A chance at new love is no longer something to find joy in, it appears to me as a harbinger of doom for I only think that the stronger I get, the further I am getting away from you.
With every little bit of her beauty that enters my life, I am more and more certain that she had me wrapped around her little fingers. And with each new smile that she flashes in my direction, I can do nothing but melt.
The pain and sense of loss I continually experience due to the thoughts of "What might have been" are far worse than what I am suffering for today.
But she's here beside me. She's here to hold me. She's here to support me with everything and that is something that you never did.
BINABASA MO ANG
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