I know I would have to let him go someday. I knew he wasn't meant for me. I knew he was meant for great things.
My voice cracks.
But somehow, even if I knew, I still kept telling myself that maybe, maybe I don't actually know it. Maybe, he might be meant for me. Maybe, I wouldn't have to let him go.
I suck a deep breath as I feel tears brimming in my eyes.
Maybe, just maybe, I was hoping that I could be wrong.
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Unsaid Feelings
Poetry« collection of my feelings » You are still my favourite yet most painful story to tell
