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𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 | 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝

remember me? you're my first love
but never been your first at all
we used to create happy memories together
we used to enjoy everything single thing we had
we were so happy; genuinely happy
but then i'm just a part of your memory
years after and i saw you again, married.
'you were so familiar? who are you?'
sadly, i smiled and then look into his eyes—
he knew the answer but he pretend that he didn't