You and Me

You and Me

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Romance
Giving everything means losing everything. It all applies in everything. Be it in money, friendship and to your family. Too much is deadly. Too much is the signs to your death. I had a series of flings but all of them are just no strings attach. You came and the thread of fate was pulled. I was attracted to you. You made me fall You made me feel something for the first time. You're my first in everything. And I was wishing that you would be my last. But I guess in engaging in a relationship. Love isn't the only foundation. Trust should be your companion and Doubt is your greatest enemy. Hindi naman ako nanloko. Hindi rin ako nangiwan. Hindi ko alam kung saan at paano. The two of us who was dreaming a happy ending. but it all Became nothing and we drifted apart. And now that I'm going to a far away land. Would God give me a second chance to meet you, to feel the same happiness I felt 3 years ago? Would there still be You and Me? This story is written in taglish.
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What if, in another life, in another time, love was enough? They loved each other in silence, in the spaces between longing and letting go. Their hearts spoke a language only they understood-through stolen glances, fingertips brushing for a second too long, and the words they never had the courage to say. But fate was cruel. The world kept pulling them apart, forcing them into lives where they could never fully belong to each other. One stayed, carrying the weight of a love that never got its ending. The other became a memory, a ghost of what could have been. Yet, love like theirs never truly fades. It lingers, in dreams, in echoes of laughter, in the quiet ache of knowing-somewhere, somehow, they were almost meant to be.

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