It is sad to think that you're the person I am madly in love with, that you're the soul my heart chose, that you're the mind my head decided to admire. It is sad that I have done so many things with you- from normal dates to crazy adventures, from breakfasts at your place to fancy dinners. It is sad that you are the person I have shared you my secrets and have done half of the things on my bucket list with.
It is sad to know that I am happy with you, and that (hopefully) you are happy with me. It is sad that I do not know what I'd do and can do without you. It is sad that you have reminded me of so many little things in life- starry skies, lanterns, paper cranes.
It is sad that one day, you will only become a memory that lives deep inside my heart and in every little thing that has pieces of you on it. It is sad that one day, I will be missing you. It is sad that one day, I will forget you.
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[21/08/16]
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Once Upon A Lone Heart | ✔
PoetryIt's you. It's always you. But it never should have been. --- [A collection of thoughts I thought were good when I first thought of them.] [12/07/18 rank - #480/528 in prose] [17/07/18 rank - #203/556 in prose]
