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Forever is five years.

Now it's over. It has been a long ride from here.
Somehow I expected that it would get there.
But how do you get there?

Days find us bickering about petty things, nagging about past issues, and biting each others' wounds. Our exchange of words paint the bitterness of togetherness, of failed expectations, of unwanted company.

We used to be the envy of our friends. They said that what we have is an ideal relationship. We were inseparable; where one is, the other is lurking somewhere.

Remember how we began. We kept it secret from all of them, even to our closest friends. We were so good in pretending that they did not notice anything about us. When we were with them, only our glances connected us together. We even had to sneak just to hold hands or to kiss. It was really exciting. And we would laugh to all that.

We would roam the street at night to have pictures of us together. We would eat balot at the park and talk about us. We would hold hands while walking under the big round moon. We walked for hours just to be together.

It was difficult for you to wake up early in the morning. I had to pull you out from the sheets and from bed. You like catsup with your egg and you like toyo with your rice. You could eat three balots at one time. And you could devour a footlong hotdog sandwich in less than a minute.

You were that. And now I do not know anymore.

I have loved you. Still, I do.

Forever is a lie. Nobody gets there.
Forever is defined by the number of years and the good memories shared together.

You left. I was there all by myself. Will it be this easy for you? I wonder.
Tears accompany me in my distress, in my misery, in my difficult moments.

It has been five beautiful years. Until one day, until today...

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