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Why am I..

so affected by your words?

I'm wavering for some reason.
If it was 2 years ago, I know I'd waver for sure.
But now? I thought I've moved on.
I guess I was wrong.
Maybe, just maybe. Some part of me still can't let you go.
But I'm really afraid that if I were to open up to you again, I'd get hurt another time.
It all seem to be a neverending cycle.
No matter how much we still care for each other, we're just not meant to be.

1 year and 4 months.
That's how long I took to get over you.

11:16 PM