sometimes i can't help but wonder do i still love/like you.
yesterday, those eyes, those feelings, i like it.
i mean, i like the way you treated me.
honestly....
but somehow, as always, things have to end in such a way that i can never comprehend.
i told myself to let go, i said i could.
but everytime when i'm about to succeed you'll rudely barge into my life just like a postman ringing the door bell when you're still in bed.
its that bad.
it hurts to know that in the end we still won't be together.
it kills to know that after so long i've yet to forget you.
i don't know how much i missed you but i'll try my best to forget.
somehow, i myself am not convinced by what i typed from the previous statement.
so much time i've said that but in the end, a conversation is all that is needed to drain all the efforts away....
do i still have the capacity to hold on to this?
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