2014.
Years gone by. I thought I have moved on, but tonight I shocked myself when I can still remember your breath on my ears, the exact sound of your laughters, and the way you twirl when you're so excited.
What we did was not right, and sometimes I want to be wrong. I might be imagining things, what happened might be in my wet dream, but it felt real and raw.
We were real and raw. But choosing life, although life was once you, I have to walk on a path that is not going to hurt any further. I choose stop.
Forgive me for choosing me, instead of us. Forgive me for choosing future without thorns and stones. Forgive me for not choosing you.
Forgive me for choosing stop, although my heart wants you too.
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