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Our song started playing while I was clicking on the keyboard. The memories flowed like a river, every moment, every place, every word. I paused for a while and close my eyes to drown myself with the melody, with the memories, with love. Then it all occurred to me. I was so used with you by my side. Each day I felt you. I heard you. I touched you. Then you were gone. There was no you in my life anymore.

All I have is the pain and the misery. I fear about the loneliness, about the difficult battle with longing, with emptiness. I am afraid to remain this way forever. I am afraid to be alone.


You should have taught me how to deal with this before you go. You should have told me things to do. You should have prepared me for this. I am so hurt. I am so lonely.


Do you still remember our day? How could I spend it all by myself? To even think of it makes me feel more miserable. We used to share good moments together on that day. And now I am all alone with myself.



You are the only one who can relieve me of this misery. Please come home. I am waiting. Let us give it another chance.


Please.


Our day is approaching. Let us spend it together.

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