I had the urge to replace my photo with the one with your name on my hand.
That photo is so beautiful, so meaningful.
But it no longer belongs to me.
It belongs to our memories.
I was reading the msn chats that we had last time,
they were sweet and they were sad.
I realise I haven't been mature;
everytime we part, it breaks my heart.
But I've never been serious with the break ups.
I've always thought you'll return to me one day.
But that's just another excuse for my stubborness to move on.
Another thing that I realise:
I've never know you, but you understands me thoroughly.
Guess I'm just an idiot who's blind to many things happening around.
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Now that I've finally understand what went wrong, which definitely have got nothing to do with you, I guess I should move on. That's the least I can do to redeem all my wrongdoings.
I'm sorry, goodbye.
