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Only almost here

quad venti heartbreaking
Friday, April 8, 2011, 10:26 AM
And just when I thought it was getting better, apparently it isn`t.
Especially when you have Adele's someone like you on repeat.

Four years ago, I got my heart broken. I thought I`d forget about it, but, I guess you don`t just forget about things like this. I guess you can`t just switch off the feelings as and when you like. I guess memories exist for a reason, to remind us of the process of becoming the very person we are in the present time.

There's alot of things that I remember. To be honest, we only remember the most fondest and the most bitter memories. The kind that has a sudden surge of emotions attached to it. Who knew I`d be in tears typing this.

I remember how broken I was, how I tried to pick up the pieces without showing too much of the emotions that was bottled up. I remembered how I tried to be cool when we were on the same team in one of the most beautiful cities I`ve been to. I remembered how hurt I was when you showed up at my prom with your new girlfriend. I remembered you said that what was lost should be left just as it is; lost.

Four years is a long time for me to be remembering all these. I`ve moved on, I am so sure of that. But whenever I see this date, it reminds me of the weaker side of me. The side that moulded me into a guarded person. Cheers to that.

Happy 19th, Jtjf.


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