Sometimes I wonder why you came into my life, why you came then disappear. Sometimes I hope that those days never happened at all like, the memories with you, those happy memories that is filled with an empty sadness now. Sometimes I wished to go back to those days when we're still okay and fine and happy and contented. Trust me, I'm trying my best to forget you, your smiles, your sweet talks, your different moods and the way on how I deal with it, but I just can't. Then I'm trying to stop myself from reading our past conversations but still, I did and it made me realize how perfect and beautiful our love was. But now I'm wondering if that love was even real because I have a feeling that yours is not.
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