Bittersweet Memoir [Previously Dear Heart, Why?]

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The city is asleep

So should I

So why am I wide awake listening to your conversation?

Her soft voice is echoing through the room

Our room

Or is it?

I can feel the trace of her fingertips on your face

And I can also feel my heart breaks a little whenever you look away

Tell me love, do you imagine her face whenever I touch you?

Is it her face that come to your mind whenever you look at mine?

Here we are,

In the same room

But different direction