A month is all I've got.
Halfway my last month living...
He came back.
I promised myself never to make him my reason to live.
My first kiss...
I wished to have my first kiss...
But what he gave was more.
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"Maybe if you die tomorrow, I would still love you, I want to give you all the love that you deserve, and the love you need..."
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"If I live, would there be a chance to be with you until the time that my death is coming for real...?"
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"The love that you have right now from me will always be with you... until our last kiss..."
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Live? Or Leave?
Leave? Or Love?
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Last 15 kisses...
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