Once upon a time, I met a guy, fell in love and never learned the art of falling out.
The overwhelming feeling when I’m with you. Our most painful chase. That part when you’re almost there but I left. When I’m finally there, you’re gone.
That heartbreaking moment was when you’re with another. Your antidote for the pain I gave.
Because the pained one learns the art of falling out but the one who left never learns the concept of letting go.
How unfair when you’re parallel to each other. When you’re not bound to meet your happily ever after.
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Within a Hundred Words
Historia CortaHow short our story is? I can tell it in just a hundred words.
