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I get up and the first thing I do is think about you. What idiot no? Thinking about how happy we were, how well we were together, everything we shared … My thoughts fly between memories and, while I try to block them with another flock of thoughts that bring me back to reality. You are no longer, nor will you be. You have chosen another path in which I am not. And hurts. Then I stop feeling the spontaneous happiness of remembering and begins to prick my heart. I do my daily routine and put on some music to keep my mind busy between songs that make me forget about you. And then I remember the faces of the people you met through me, their illusion to see me so happy with you, and click again. The disappointed faces they showed me were not comparable to what I felt when I saw that everything ended

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