PART II
Loving is short. Forgetting is long. It was a short poem by Neruda. It was the first line Taylor Swift made as an introduction for her third album, Red. The days when Mason left let me think of him a lot, and whenever I thought of a possibility of us becoming officially together, it did not happen. Being an us did not make everything enough. He broke up with me, with words that made my heart cry out blood. It was impossible to forget him. Almost every day I cried inside my house thinking what went wrong, and why would he leave. I never understood the things left unsaid. I was clueless. It was beyond my understanding. But then one day I woke up and moved on from him. Whenever I would see his face pop up on my news feed, I didn’t feel sad anymore. He had a girlfriend already, but all I
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