All good things come to an end, even feelings, love. It fades away. We're not friends, not even enemies. We're just strangers with memories. I used to believe that being inlove is, a good feeling. It feels so good to love and you don't even know that you're already hurt. You don't even know that he is lying, you don't know that he is flirting with others, why? because of to much trust. I don't know that "love" until i met you. I don't know why i loved you but my heart just did...i loved you so much but then it hurt so much too..

A (not-so) hopeless romantic writer. A weird (not-so-much of a) stranger. A lot of (denying) feelings in between. A (continuation of the online) connection that ends on 11 / 23.

A writer. A weird stranger. A lot of little conversations. An online understanding. Every night. 23:11.

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