Flowers on my birthday.
Text messages when I was lonely.
Lunch dates and dinner dates uncountable.
Sunday morning church together.
All the excuses I made to myself, that you were not my guardian angel.
When it was so obvious, I just ignored the facts.
You played me your favorite song. I said the singer had only selfish love. But maybe mine was still more selfish. Even if it wasn’t quite love.
Sometimes I wonder about how you’re doing these days.
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