Sometimes I try my best to forget about you, to forget about your existence. I often imagine a world where I never did what I did with you, where I never met you. Would I be less ashamed when our paths meet again? Would I be less annoyed to see your name on my screen after months without a single word from you? Would I be less hurt when you say how you miss me? Would I be less confused about my feelings when you say you regret what you said or did? Would I be more naïve, less cold? Would I be any different that I am now? Would I like that version of me the most? Would I still believe in love?
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