I remember the day he told me « You're the only one I will ever love. » He made that promise and left and when he never came back, I moved on.
And now, ten years later here he is, my first love, holding someone else's hand and me, engaged to another man.
Our looks crossed once and with that one look only, I understood everything. He still wants me. He still loves me. He's jealous.
And I understood something else too : it was always him. After all this time, it was still him.
And that's scary as hell.
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Eight Billion Thoughts For You
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