"I don't want to spend more days without you, no one can replace you. I'm so fucking sorry, please, please, I love you. I love the song we made about spaghetti on our third date, I love the patience with which you taught me how to braid hair, I love your love for my sister which you act like you don't feel- I fucking love you, and I realised that I can't live without you."
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Bittersweet
Proză scurtă"You were never meant to be more than a bittersweet memory; an unforgettable aftertaste."
