This post would be boring. I just have to let things out of my chest. I won't provide you readers with all the details needed because prolly that someone was aware with the situation. As told, I tried not to worsen condition so I just kept quiet. But not a day goes by when it doesn't hurt knowing we pretended to be fine. Why not you try to reminisce carefully at our past? We're not how we used to be. Obviously, things can't always happen the way I planned. I'm unsure what went wrong and what I lack of. For all I know, every encounter with you was special, priceless, and I don't wish to lose it.
(Will you ditch what you wanted so badly after you have them in your hands? And will the thrill be over so soon?)