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06142016 0900H- 06152016 1602H

Thank you. I am glad that in 6 months, 26 weeks, 186 days, 4,464 hours, 267,840 minutes and 16,070,400 seconds, someone made me happy even though now, it seems that he just passed by and never meant to stay.

I want you to know how enchanted it was when I first met you, I was in jitters.

I thank you for letting me know how it feels when your stomach is full of butterflies.

Thank you for making me feel special.

Thank you for making me feel beautiful.

Thank you for cheering me up.

Thank you for letting me know that I can do it, that I am able to do it.

Thank you for making me laugh.

Thank you for making me smile.

Thank you for making me feel good.

Thank you for the little things, yes, little things.

It was so easy to talk to you about everything and nothing.

I found depth and meaning in most of our random conversations.

I found comfort and ease of sharing things with you.

And here I was, arrived in the land of almosts.

Maybe you were just too nice to me.

Maybe it took me way too long to leave.

Maybe once we felt the same.

But maybe some things are not meant to be.

I firmly believe that when things are meant to happen, the universe will let it happen smoothly, without feeling the need to force it.

Against all odds, it will happen.

Time passed by and slowly, things are getting hard.

Things are changing, they slowly fade away.

I don't know, it just happened.

I am trying to break your walls but you keep on building barriers.

How can I enter your heart when you would not let me in?

I'm saying this because this is what I feel.

This is what you made me feel.

I'm sorry but I cannot stay like this for long.

I have to choose myself this time.

I am slowly losing myself while I was holding on.

I am doing this so I can go on.

As cliche as it may get

Now, we're just a box of souvenirs.