Now it was all turned into memories.
No more everyday-Coffee shop
No more drinking black coffee or even an ice latte. No more chit-chat, no more singing, no more laughing to the lame jokes.
Well, all in all, no more us.
It was once a miracle. It was brief but magical.
We spent our days being happy, we talked, we didn't care about anything else but us. We didn't give a care about what revolved around us. We didn't care what people talked about. It was months of adventure.
But now things are different. We turned into strangers. He lives his life and I live mine. Love is a funny thing, you know, you felt that it was so real and you thought you would die to live without that certain person, but then one day, you woke up feeling nothing about him. Like, the feeling was vanished just like that. And you can look at that person with nothing at all. Like, you often wonder, "How did I end up loving this man?"
Well, love is funny.
Life is funny.
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The Unfinished Business
Short StoryA diary about a woman who got too much brokenhearted part of her life, especially from her unfinished loved ones and stories about someone who feel sorry that she was still alive today.
