when we miss someone are we missing them or the memories? are we really missing something unique about them, or the events that took place when they were around. can you see yourself walking down that same street holding someone else's hands? or leaning on someone else's shoulder in a crowded MRT. i've been thinking about it and its a no. it has to be you.
thus, the truth is i am done pretending.
the hardest part of living is just taking breaths to stay.
怎么办, 我好想你
do me a favour and dont ask. cos if you dont know, you will never know.
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