If you give them the chance.

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don't sell your heart,

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Because Moving On Is The Hardest Part.

I miss you. Each and every single day. I still think of you from time to time. I still recall the last kiss, the last hug, the last time we spent a few hours together. One year ago, it was when it started to happen. Now, I'm back to base one. I know I still love you, I'm just teaching myself how to live without you. No more chances, no more games, no more what if's because it's all over now. Everything with the two of us most probably is.

don't say we're not meant to be.