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Posted by on 2018/05/22 under Life

Maybe, I was meant to lose him.
Maybe, I wasn't supposed to talk to him again, so that we could save a good impression for each other.

I love who he was. He was my beautiful teenage dream, a fascinating bloke, a warm smile, and an adventurous history.

Maybe, in the end, life was too realistic. When the life became too realistic, when I was hoping to hold all the best, all the beauty, and he, brought up all his darkness, a depressing part of him, who easily gets hurt, so he started to attack me, and he still does.

I miss him. I miss who he was. Maybe, that beauty is still in him, but he just can't bring it out again.

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