From the day we came together till the day we parted, I had been very happy.
I had a lot of fun and laughter. But these are given to me by all of you. The outing to the beach was the most unforgettable and the birthdays we celebrated, every one was a special one.
I have ever grieved over the loss of one of us. But because we managed to stay the way we were, I picked myself up anyway.
Yet the worst still had to happen.
Regret for doing the wrong things can be tempered by time; yet regret for the things I wanted to do but never did is inconsolable.
Maybe it will be in a day's time, maybe it will be a month, maybe it will be a year.
All I need is time. I will have to wait for it to brutally wash off everything.
The sooner, the better.
Nothing really lasts. The happier we are, the shorter the moments.
Must we then search for unhappy moments? Or should we stop being happy?
It's all the same.
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