Used to think smart. Ingenuity. Sometimes crappy. Used to laugh hard. Rolling. Stabbing myself with fun sticks. Used to wait. Longing for her. Missing her the whole day from duty. Used to be overdoze with her addicting kisses. Used to sit beside her. Sleeping with her. Looking at her most innocent state. Used to slow dance with her. Even without the music. Then hangs her head on my shoulder feeling the breeze from her breathing. Used to walk with her on a grassy landscape. Picking the most beautiful flower. Giving it to her human replica. A twinge in the heart of memory which can't be undone. Now alone in a dire situation which no one has yet noticed. I faked it. I hid the emotions. I humble my existence.
Do you know what it feels like loving someone that’s in a rush to throw you away? Do you know what it feels like to be the last one to know the lock on the door has changed?
I'm standing on the edge and I don't know what else to give.
If She arrives, the only thing left to give is... my life.
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