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It’s all about that day, day? Nope, it’s all about every day when he made her fall for him. Either it was a killer smile with his intoxicated eyes or a naughty expression. They had given each other the title of ‘best friends’. But they knew that they had passed the starting line. The closeness was magical. They were talking crazy like forever was in their hand. But they were in an illusion.
Is this weired? When you start falling in love with your best friend. Actually it’s dangerous too. People always glorify dating your best friend but they never talk about how much it kills you when you lose two people at once.
Unfortunately, all of a sudden they’re not even friends. She was scared. Too scared to loose him. Didn’t matter what the reason might be, but she couldn’t lose him. But she’d lost him. She was starting to know the fear of losing the one who was her world felt like. She also knew what happened when you’re told that the world that you through was yours isn’t anymore that you have to find another world and call it yours until of course, it too runs the danger of being snached away from you because no matter how much our love struck hearts convince us nobody can be ours forever.
She wanted to know where did love go to die?Why had he done it? Why couldn’t it just not have happened? Why didn’t they have time travel? Why couldn’t they go back and stop it happening? Why did he give her the title of ‘best friends’ and ‘last forever’? Did she matter to him or not? etc…
When she lost someone who she loved, she inside hid a girl with regrets and mistakes. She inside hid a girl who lost in confusion. She hid a girl who shedding tears of sadness. She hid a girl who screaming her lungs out in unwanted anger. She hid a girl who lived in a fear. She hid a girl who wanted him back. She hid a girl who remembering their memories in the every night. She sat in the night with the moon, only to find and lose her mind which confused between dark and night. And this was her story, her secret.
Of course, you never really forget someone but you release him. You stop allowing his history to have any meaning for you today, you let him change his priorities, let him move, let him fall in love again and when you see this person you have let go, you realize that there is no reason to be sad. The person you know exists somewhere but you’re separated by too much time to reach them again.
