ALMOST is never ENOUGH.
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The word ENOUGH is a big word. Just like by saying I love you to someone. It's not because the word itself but it's because of the person who said it. Enough means you are contended on what you have. YOU are enough to someone.
But what if you're not? What if, he just used you to play on what they called "Love", Where in you can be hurt and you can be happy.
What will you gonna do?
Wait until you can?
What if you waited for so long for him to be contended on you? What if you did everything you can do for him to stay with you but he still leave you? What if you did ALMOST all that you can, But it wasn't ENOUGH.
Are you gonna give up? Or you will still love him whether he loves you or not. Choose!
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