I am afraid that one day I might lose you, like a child suddenly let go of her marmalade balloon. I am not sure if what I have felt for you was love, but losing you would like losing the half of me. If ever our paths would bound to cross again, I'd wish to walked away from you further --- because the first day when I met you, was the day I regretted the most.
I am afraid that I might fall in love again. But most of all, I am afraid to see you when I am not yet ready to forgive and forget about your very existence.
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KIM || THE REMNANTS OF MY PAST: PROSE AND SHORT STORIES ||
Short StoryThis book is the recollection of different things: Words that were never said. Sentences that were never scripted. Stories that weren't meant to be told. Love that was already dead long ago. I am about to dig up the dead memories about our love. The...
