I’d like to tell her how I feel, but it doesn’t matter cos she can never feel the same way about me, I’m a mess.

I’ll just stay at this moment and remember how I felt on the night we first talk, that feeling that we can grab our world and just create anything we can imagine. I’ll hold onto that cos it’s the only thing keeping me alive now.

I’ll live, I’ll continue breathing until I can. No matter how alone I am, I’ll keep in mind that she’s somewhere smiling at this moment.

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