If I keep trying to convince myself that you aren't real, maybe I'll finally stop imagining what it'd be like to have you around. Shouldn't letting go be easy when you're not holding on to anything?
Somehow it feels like I'm floating in a state of limbo. I'm tired of looking for traces of you (whoever you are...) in days, places, words, silhouettes; tired of feeling helpless the minute I do. I should know better than to rely on something as indefinite as chance.
I guess it's my fault for parading my heart's contents every chance I get. I can't help it. Patience has never been my strong point.
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We're such girls haha. Miss you, Fana.
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