A pinch. An old scratch that just won't heal. A burn. A feeling at the back of your mind and heart. An emptiness. There are so many ways to express your misery of being alone,without the one person who just seems so genuinely perfect. But no words can actually describe the pain, that bullet hit on an already existing fresh wound. At the end of the day, you always have accepted the fact that your paths are different-his choices, his feelings are different- But you can't get yourself used to this acceptance of the truth. So here you are, in the dead of the night, drifting off to sleep. And that one face, that figure of utmost perfection, is the last thing on your mind. His kindness, gentleness, but then his ignorance. So you gather all your pieces, every little thought and memory about him and close your eyes to the truth and enter your illusions of maybe having a chance to be with him...
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