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I don't miss you. Don't txt me please.
(di kta miz,d0nt txt me pls,)
jm_1024: (May 08, 2009 00:45:58)

I expect that. This is not about having you back but I'm trying to salvage whatever is left of us. If this is it, then let be. thank you for everything. take care. good luck. I'm just around here.

Early in the morn of supposedly our fifth month, we had this exchange. What a way to start the day!?

Every memory came rushing back before me. Every moment, every word, everything about you, about us. Then tears began to show. Is this the way it would end?

At one point in my life, I know I screwed up. I admit that. And ever since I never tried to win you back. I never asked you to stay. But deep in my heart, hidden between my words and the things I do, I want you here.

I did my best for you, for us. But how would I hold on when there's no us anymore? I'm never giving up on you, on us. But I do not want to keep myself hurting. I do not want to wait and expect that someday you would be back.

It does not matter if you are not here. I still hold you in my heart. I still believe in us.

The pain lingers. The memory lives on. Each time I close my eyes I see the days I spent with you. And probably the best days of my life.

This is not goodbye nor letting you go.
I am here. Waiting for you. Waiting for love to come around.

I save a space for you in my heart.
Thinking that love will melt away the pain.

I let the pain be.
They remind me of you.

And maybe, somewhere, there is us.
In my dreams. In my heart.

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