Chapter 2: Now
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I though I wouldn't cry again. I thought I can be strong, and that I can smile while I watch his familiar eyes that doesn't recognize his love again. And for the thousand times, I ask the Lord what did I do in my past life to be so hurt like this that I wanted to commit suicide in front of the man I love, just to test if he will magically remember me, like those portrayed in the movies, like we're characters in a movie and that anything is possible. Anything can be fixed by someone, something or whatever thing. Just let it be fixed, please. I am so weak, so weak I tremble at the sight of his hurtful eyes--why can't it remember me??? When will you fuckng remember our love again cause everyday I'm in inexplicable pain like I just had lost a love one and I mourn of the fact that I am not able to know if you'll ever be back or not. It hurts so much like my body is being teared and numbed with all the pain. And I wanted it to stop as I stand on the building where we first met, because I am so weak. So weak that I wanted to escape all of it. All the pain you forgot and left me to shoulder. I am so f*****g tired if making you fall in love with me, every f*****g time, Weyn. Can I rest from the hurt? Would you forgive me? Would you remember me when I'm dea-
"Is dying the only choice left?" Someone on my back asked. I almost trembled, not because I could almost fell in surprise but because of how my body responded to that familiar voice. And I knew it like how I memorized for exams, I've memorized his voice in my head. Weyn Carlos Guevarra. My man or was it supposed to be my man who deosn't remember his woman?
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