If only
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Complete Sun, Nov 8, 2015<5 mins
I saw him crying. I was at the park at that time. I'm about to draw a sketch of my favorite singer, Taylor Swift. He's sitting there at a bench, staring into nothingness. His eyes were sore. I guess because of too much crying. I can't take the sight of seeing him like that. I went towards him.
I sat beside him.but i guess he didn't recognized my presence at first. I looked at his face. I think he's going to cry. I was right. tears flooded from his eyes. I put my things down and i hugged him tightly. He hugged me back. I cried as he cried. I wanted to washed away all the pain he's feeling . but i know i can't. And i wont have the chance to do it anymore.
If only i haven't got mad at him. If only i listened to him. If only i let him say his explanations.I wouldn't be there at the park, hugging him and seeing him hugging back...my picture in a frame.
That park where we were is a memorial one, where my burial took place.
If only i can bring back time... If only i can change it..... IF ONLY...
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