Darkness has been perceived in the wildest eyes. It's midnight, and I miss her. I was so stupid to love her if she breaks my heart.
I can see the moon shining bright. As we talked with her seamless voice, nothing to think of but her. I remember the moments of love as time pass by in the corners of our universe. It's just merely an illusion.
How we met is very surprising. It was unexpected, like thunder strikes twice in a given place. I was fortunate at that time because I met her. And I know her name.
Days passed, we met again in a different place and time. I was so wondered when we get to know each other. We have similarities—almost the same. We talked, and we talked, and we bid goodbye with a smile.
I'm happy, feeling content with my life when she called me "Love," which was really, really melting.
I remember the moments when she said that she loves me. I was happy at that time; I don't know what to think. I LOVE HER.
Even we talked over the telephone because she was on the western side of the country.
Over the telephone, we sent and received messages from each other, and my work really inspired me. This seems like a fantasy.
Then everything changed.
A sneer in a fraction, on one night. She said that we were only friends.
I was, I was broken that time. I thought it was her, but it is just an illusion—a lost love.
I tried to save, I tried, but I failed. Until I wasn't able to contact her, it felt terrible on my heart. That tore me apart in the center of pain and sadness.
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