… I hope one day you could remember how I am fond of horror movies and thrillers even if you don’t. I hope one day you could remember how we wrote poems that filled the coldness of our void, and how we believed that happy-ever-afters only happen to those who dream on it. I hope one day, you could still remember that I was once a part of your past life. And even if you don’t remember it during our present, I hope one day, you could still remember to meet me again in our afterlives. Up to this day, I still write you a poem – even if writing doesn’t want my sadness back anymore.
And if you could still remember how I loved you – I hope one day I could still pretend that I just missed falling for someone instead of you.
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