#mahko

[j-gravure]

麻亜子 (Mahko)

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I should be over you.

Fuck, I was already over you.

And yet, why does it still hurt to see you happy with someone else?

— 62 out of a thousand entries I thought I have stopped writing about you.

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And she wonders why memories of him still makes her cry when someone else is already making her happy.

-- 63 out of a thousand entries I thought I have stopped writing about you.

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"I was the only one who fell inlove." She said to him. "And you don't have any idea how much that hurts."

52 out of a thousand entries I thought I have stopped writing about him.

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I wrote a story about us. But instead of you walking out the door, I said you never left. Instead of you hurting me, I wrote how much you loved me and how you were madly in love with me. Instead of you leaving burns and stitches on my heart, you left my skin tingling with sensation with your every kiss and touch. I wrote a story about us, but I changed the version of our story. I wrote a story about us because it was the only way we could have a happy ending. I wrote a story about us because in reality, our love story was a tragedy.

48 out of a thousand entries I thought I have stopped writing about you.

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I lied when I said I was happy that you're happy with somebody else. Cause honestly, all I wanted was for you to be happy with me.

49 out of a thousand entries I thought I have stopped writing about you.

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"I'm sorry." She says. "I'm not always heartbroken. I don't always talk about heartbreak. It's just that right now, it's all I'm feeling."

50 out of a thousand entries I'll be writing about him.

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For weeks she stopped talking about him. She laughed at every funny remark made by her friends about him. She smiled and told them she was over him. She even stopped writing about him. She thought she was finally over him. But then she saw a glimpse of him — still not perfect, but was perfect for her —and it was all it took for her to come crashing down again.

I wrote about you again — 47 out of a thousand entries I thought I have stopped writing about you.