april 18th

Two days ago we would have had our one-and-a-half-year anniversary. October 16th. It all started then. It was so beautiful, more than beautfiul. It was love. From the beggining till this moment (well only for me). Certainly i was the one, who fucked up this relationship. We had a problem we could have solved, but i was mean. I really loved you. And still. You really loved me. But no longer. You meant everything to me, you were my everything. Now all you do is live your life and ignore me. You wouldn't even realized if i died. You said i will always find a friend in you, a good friend. You lied. And i miss you.

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