On those days I didn't meet you. I miss the smell of your body pass through me. Why should we be like this?
Strangers.
I'm stuck. I tried to reach you thousand times. I tried to call you no matter what.
Then I try to call a writer to ask about this feelings. He said, "If that person refuse to meet you, then his heart isn't missing you. No matter how much you miss him but please learn that you have to missing him without meet him up." And that was like a punch in my face.
Now I realize that I should stop. Before the feelings going deeper, before the sun is going to set.
I'm sorry for the annoying messages I sent. Every sad words I'm trying to tell you. I don't know if you're notice or not.
I am stop here. Goodbye.
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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.
