The first love, the first sorrow, a curve of learning to the unknown.
I love her and that moment can now never be tainted those feeling can never be change no matter wat happens, it will be a positive memory irrelevant if i get hurt now, i hope she chooses wat she really wants, and if she chooses me, then i will be with her, i cant promise her the world i can only try to bring her everything she wants. If she makes the other choice, i hope she knows that i love the way she smiles, and that memory will stay with me, i only hope that he keeps her from pain, she deserves nothing less. I say the worst is over now, only more to learn, only more to understand, only more ways to break, only more ways to be open, to be alone.
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