Leaving

From the first day I saw you, I knew you were the one. Cheesy or cliché man pakinggan but I knew that you were the one for me. I just know. That's why it hurt so much when you left. You left me hanging for so long, thinking that I have done something wrong for you to leave me.

Am I worth leaving? Is that all I am then?

When you left, I lost all the colors in my world. Everything related to you... I hated it. I lost myself in the process, trying to find you, trying to find the reasons why.

But I never did find it. Even when you came back eight years after.

You returned, but as soon as I saw my world coming together you left again. Why did you have to leave me again, Luna?

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Story inspired by the song Leaving of Westlife

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