Remember?

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The last time you really fought with someone knowing you are ‘not right’
The last time you fought and promised yourself not to talk again when all you wanted was to hold him tight and never let him go
The last time you couldn’t get a fight out of your head
The last time you hated yourself for being so headstrong
The last time you tried to sleep over it and couldn’t
The last time you accepted your state of denial
The last time you felt you don’t love him as much as he does and tried letting him go
The last time you had this odd confidence he is yours
The last time you woke up in sleep to miss your phone
The last time you tried being normal but couldn’t
The last time you tried smiling and couldn’t really smile so well, so laughed at yourself
The last time you texted to let your colleague know that you’ll be late for office because you didn’t sleep
The last time you wished that tomorrow never comes
The last time you said to yourself, “Trust me, everything will be fine”
The last time you were really not sure if you want to be happy
The last time you didn’t miss him
The last time you said “Get lost” and meant “Please don’t go”
The last time you said “I hate you” and meant “I can’t live without you”
The last time you listened to a song over and over again and saw the night sky turning grey
The last time you watched a commercial romantic movie and wished life was like that
The last time you wished to run away from him when you wanted to be with him
The last time you wished you could forget
The last time you said, “Happens! Life”
The last time you told a friend “Life is rocking” when you meant “Life is hitting the rocks”
The last time you had what you wanted to have

Do you remember?

And do you remember the first fight…and thinking about it for hours?

Do you?

(I have amnesia…and I thank God for it!)

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