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It’s been a rage of emotions in the undoing of this thing called love.

I find myself drowning in activities, most of which are outside of my comfort zone. I go out alone and find solace in not being known by anyone. I can be a stranger in a familiar place. But deep down, I knew that I wanted to be found by you.

Because the ghost of her still haunts you and you can only love that fragment of your memory. You’re stuck in a timeline that you cannot let go of. So you surround yourself with people that remind you of her. I was your future was standing in front of you yet you chose to live in the past of someone who no longer walks on this earth.

You won’t come back. Not even if I begged you to try.
Was it worth it? Was keeping her memory worth it in place of losing me?