MY LOST ANGEL.
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Ongoing13m
Last published Wed, May 26, 2021
They said that a human being do not realize the value of that person until one day that person is gone.
"If we're truly meant to be together, life with always finds a way to make it happen, for me to meet you, okay... Okay, I got it."
I paused to look in his eyes it was hard to make a proper sentence "Did you believe in 'the chance' when I asked you the same thing...".
I took a deep breathe continued, by the look on his face I knew he was trying to say something, but I didn't allow him "That you are asking me right now, no... Then why should I," as I said that, I felt brave of myself, it was really hard to say.
But my tears betrayed me, what I did was it the best thing, I have done so many questions were running in my brain, not really sure myself.
I left him back in the room.
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