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12.05.2018
After you left me I thought I couldn’t love again. I couldn’t stand to be alone. I had to be surrounded by people, and even then I just couldn’t stop thinking about you.
I couldn’t stop thinking about your pretty face, your ugly but cute way of being; about that day when you took my hand and after that things were never the same.
That morning, my heart broke. I cried. You know, I never cried after a break up; not the way I did that day. I just couldn’t stand you… and I cound’t stand myself.
After a while, I just had to move on, and I thought I had. But I was looking at his face and I saw yours; I was holding him in my arms and I’d feel you. I was feeling guilty and I was trying to convince myself that I don’t need you; that I’m not in love with you still.
Oh, damn! I was so wrong…
Cuz’ you came into my life again, and again when I least expected it. And you just broke down my damn walls that I worked so hard to build. I was so much more happy when I saw your name coming up on my phone, than I was in the whole relationship with him.
And now you’re really here, again. And I gave up everything I knew for you. And I’m happier than I ever was. And I still love your eyes, your hands, your weird and cute smile and your little round nose.
I can’t believe you’re here. And I can’t believe you love me just like I love you. 
The way you look at me makes me shiver. I love the way you make me feel just by standing next to me. 

*update*
15.03.2020
I just found this… I remember I left it unfinished so I could continue writing another day; but it’s too late now,  we are not together anymore. But I am more than okay, and I hope you are too. It’s been a good ride, thank you!

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