All those laughters and dramas we shared are now part of the past, our past. Now, I am just a memory on your mind slowly subsiding, slowly fading and will soon to vanish. You might forget every details of me but I treasured you somehow that I have recorded every memories of ours on my antiquated journal but don’t worry I will just keep it that way–trapped on those out-of-date pages and will never be read again.

– kath

And suddenly, we stop talking again

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