#Entry 6
T o o t h a c h e --
I was like any other kid who had a sweet tooth and loves candy, desserts or anything that tastes sweet. Sweets are my thing, they give me such happiness--satisfaction and pleasure that I can't find in any food. I love eating sweets. I always got a lollipop in the small pocket of my bag---hiding away it from mom; because she would scold me for eating sweets again and as a kid, that's what I fear the most. Also, because of that habit, I often get a toothache; and somewhat this pain is the same feeling that I felt when I had one back then.
The pain of having a toothache is somewhat the same pain that you'll feel when you have a broken heart. You're the caused of my happiness, your presence is a satisfaction and our memories brought pleasure. But you scarred me---I would've preferred getting a toothache than being hurt by you. There's no cure; there's no dentist that would help me--it's just me and your lingering memories. You left me an unbearable pain, I would've preferred having a toothache than being haunted of these memories of you. A toothache is a toothache; but I felt the same depth of pain when you had my heart broken.
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RomanceI'll keep writing about you until my mind grew tired of remembering.
