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a few days after we left each other, i wish i could take back every mean words i've said to you.
i wish i could take back every accusations, every hurtful things i've said in the heat of moment.
but more than that, i wish i didn't long for your touch, your hug, your voice;
i wish i didn't miss you this much.
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(i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. an ache that didn't ease even after all this time)
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a few weeks after we left each other, i could barely go to some place we've been to together before.
i could barely go on an evening walk on our favorite park, eat at our frequently visited restaurant even when my friends was there to cheer me up.
i can't even drink my favorite coffee without being reminded of our evening talks.
it feels like you were there too, on every corner of this town.
but i know it was not like that, because i know for sure that you've left this town;
leave me behind.
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(i cannot escape you, even when you have forgotten me. i still miss you)
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a few months after we left each other, i could finally text you back when you ask about my life.
i could walk around the town without your ghost hanging around, reminding me of some of the happiest times of my life.
sometimes, i wish we could go back to what we were before.
when you are the source of my happiness; the person that hold me up when life threatened to drown me.
but i know that right now, i'm not good for you and you're not good for me.
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(or maybe, we will never be good for each other anymore. surprisingly, the thought didn't terrify me)
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a few years after we left each other, i could finally smile at your text and congratulate you on your new chapter in life.
i could teasingly ask the name of your new person, and you could ask about my story in this town with my new person.
i could finally make a new memory with someone else without erasing what we had before.
i learnt so much from you, and i hope i bring you happiness when we were each other's just like you were my happiness before.
i would never regret you or us, because i know we met each other for some reasons and that i learn so many things about myself and life when i was yours.
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(after a few years, saying that you're my one that got away didn't taste bittersweet anymore, not really)

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