Months after, I have finally convinced myself that it is okay to dig what those memories buried 6 feet under.
Much that I thought I have hid it well and was living a perfectly fine life, tears wouldn't listen to my command.
It was tears of sorrow, bittersweet and tears of joy. It was mixed feelings of years and years of memories that we remembered differently. It was pain down to my core it burns my throat and my gut.
But post that, that sense of relieve was enlightening. It was as if what I've carried throughout the years had just disappeared.
I thank your "try-to-be" friendly tone. Most of all I am proud of my honesty.
If you have taken anything back with you, I hope it was a learning, a realization, like what I had.
一百次相愛只要有一次的絢爛 下一次會更勇敢
重要的是 我們如何愛過那一段
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