A story of a birthday.
A single year ago, I said I love you.
For the very first time I was answered back positively.
It was then the beginning of the best period of my entire life, full with delightful moments.
I ruined that relationship with suspicious thoughts. It ended six months later.
Six little months that I do not regret, whatever that drama.
I just regret that I was such a fcking moron. I miss you so much, but I sadly know there is nothing to do. You are forever in my heart.
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