Slowly, and slowly... I am left with only memories. Calling you my past is something I never see me doing. But for how long it has been. How many more this fragile heart can take.
I miss all the good times. Now I have to learn to be an incomplete me. I don't know how, to be honest. But I might try, and it might would've work. It might.
As long as you are happy, safe and sound. That'll do. That'll keep me going for now. I am good.
Slowly. Just like how slowly we build this friendship from scratch. Slowly things will get better.
Hopefully :)
AMS.
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