It's not like there wasn't anything good...but life's been tough.
Life's been busy, but it's just the way I want it, so I don't complain.

It's been a year and a half already. I feel like I let go, I finally let it go, because now it's not only about tears and pain and words you said back then - it's also about other things. Like those beautiful flowers we saw in Spain.
It's about the way you always closed the curtains because it's too bright for you and even though I love waking up to sun I loved every second of it because I loved you.
I did.


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And I am not going to say 'it wasn't a real love, now I know better' like I always did before.
Because for me it was.

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