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I lay on my bed reminiscing with my legs resting on that one chair
Thoughts of how I thought it would be
Thoughts of how I thought you to be
After two months of trying and first week of April
Things have never been the same
Not that they changed, no, they ain't just the same
I remember,
It was hard for me to love
It was hard for me to text to blue ticks
It was even harder for me to start a conversation for three consecutive days
I lay on my bed thinking,
On how you would ask for my whereabouts when i disappeared online
I remember you using the moon face 🌚while I was online but not replying to your messages
I remember you asking why I never had a girlfriend
But
But since you became my girlfriend
You do not have questions to ask
Since you became my girlfriend you only use the moon face when I upload a status you think is directed to you
In fact,
Since you became my girlfriend we even talk less
Yes I notice
But, only talk when the words are from the heart
Those who know me say that I'm weak
But that's not the case
It is just that when I love I love
I hate being judged on the wrong side of history
I hate being the one that make someone not to love again
I remember you saying that it is hard for you to love again
It is also hard for me to break an innocent heart and that's why I love wholly
I know we have had our ups and down
But could we rewind this to the first week of April??

*Doluh words*
©2018

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