Sometimes it's not the person you actually miss. It's the feeling and memories you made with that person. You keep on holding and going back to it with hopes that you could still experience the same intimate moments with them. You always fall in love with that specific chapter because you're afraid to start from the scratch again. Because you can't bear another heartbreak, another trauma, another searing pain. You just can't help it but to kill yourself trying to save what has been long dead.
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