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Dream a little dream of you.  That dream reminds me how much i still miss you. Tears flow unknowingly when i see you in that dream. I hope you are well and good. Please don't be bad.

The art of letting go is heartbreaking. Gut wrenching, painful, beautiful. When we let go of something, we never know what lies ahead. That in itself is scary.  But what lies ahead is far better then what lies behind us.  You like soccer I fancy basketball  I smelled your colongue. I missed your smell. I can't control my falling tears. I hate being weak but can only place my hopes on others.(╥﹏╥)

I’m deleting your number because it’s more than just a number. It’s beautiful memories I can’t relive. It’s heartfelt promises all gone to waste. It’s lies I believed because they came from you. It’s deep scars I cannot hide. It’s feeling sorry for myself every night and mourning your loss every morning. It’s remembering that you exist but you’re not mine. It’s seeing your name on my phone but I can’t call you. It’s knowing you’re there but not there for me. It’s fighting the urge to text you and ask you questions, ask for answers or ask for closure. It’s fighting the urge to tell you how much it hurts. I’m deleting your number because it’s a  hoax —  having you in my contacts when I can’t contact you, having your name among friends when we’ll never be friends. I’m deleting your number from my phone because this is how I slowly start deleting you from my life. -Rania Naim

Morning! Good night! What are you doing? Want to go to this food place? Typing here because I can no longer text you these.

多希望你還在這裡 從不曾離去 笑得那麼甜蜜蜜 多希望回到那天初相遇 猜不出故事會怎樣結局 你陪我看過的潮汐 都化成了雨 淋濕擁擠的回憶 你教我還是要相信愛情 是捧在手心最美的水晶 別離開我別放棄我 我那麼那麼需要你 想抱著你 多看一眼多問一遍 你會明白我多恐懼 我愛過你如此幸運遇見最美的你 好謝謝你和你一起每一秒都有趣 是你讓我找到活下去的意義 想拼下世界親手把它送給你 多麼可惜我來不及好好去珍惜你 我離開你我失去你全世界都下雨 好想再聽你說你永遠不放棄 守護著我們今生最美的約定 你陪我看過的潮汐 都化成了雨 模糊耳邊的叮嚀 你教我還是要相信愛情 是捧在手心最美的水晶 別離開我別放棄我 我那麼那麼需要你 我好愛你 多看一眼多問一遍 你會明白我多傷心 我愛過你如此幸運遇見最美的你 好謝謝你和你一起每一秒都有趣 是你讓我找到活下去的意義 想贏下世界親手把它送給你 我該如何努力相信不再絕望懷疑 我會微笑認真地說再苦也沒關係 如果這是命運送給我的難題 如果這是你最想看到的結局 我愛過你 我好想你

I met a new guy. A guy equally as hurt as me but he is so different from him.  I miss him as much in the night. Prolly going to develop spilt personality. Crying at night and acting all normal during the day. Tears can't lie about memories. I have to pass this stage or others while going through the future sudden jot of him in it. I used to love nights, not any more. At least not for now. Sudden thoughts  of walking into the future without him makes me fearful. I had imagined him seeing my new partner if I ever bump into him on the streets, I wondered how it would be like.  Somehow I can't feel the anger I am supposed to have for you abandoning me in this way. The word, almost, have the most hurtful feelings when I see it. I was almost with you. We almost became together. You almost became my one and only one.