I’m a man who loved a woman.
I’m a friend who loved a gorgeous and passionate lover.
I’m a lover who loved his best friend.
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She’s a woman who loved a man.
She’s a gorgeous and passionate lover who loved a protagonist.
She’s a friend who loved someone but her best friend.
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I’m an excitement, thrill, and intense moment maker.
I’m a conflict to a beautiful and smooth-going love story.
I’m a character with a background story less given care.
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This is the part where I serve as the rough part of the road.
This is the time where I have a full solo shot to the world.
This is the moment where the best friend decides,
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To fight for a selfish love or to let go for a selfless love.
One way or another, I always knew my ending.
I am, and forever will be, the hidden and unnoticed heartbreak of a story.
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