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Five months.

Five months came and went. The internal clock in my heart ran out of time. The agony in which I feel can never be expressed into words. That love, that time, gone. No one can get that torch of love, intimacy, and trust like he had. It felt like my flesh was torn in front of him. It must have been the ravage thought. Maybe those nights we stayed up late in undeserving fights, did that made him drop it half way, in our tunnel of that forever. Half light with luminous times of passion and fun. Then half filled with darkness, and unfulfilled memories what made him choose to stand there and give it up.? Will that time heal or will we stay in a resentful mess and not know if we could make it all the way.



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