Dear Sad,

do you remember what you said to me one night when we were talking on the phone for hours straight?

"I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you."

I can't really remember the rest after that.

But I remember believing those words so hard; they did be the death of me.

do you also remember our goodbye?

"You're not the right one."

I still remember that it happened on a Saturday night at 3 in the morning.

I still remember how you said it with that monotonous, unsteady voice.

I still remember those exact four words.

I still remember how four words slashed my heart open.

but funny how memory works. the things you want to remember but can't quite remember and the things you want to forget but can never forget.

Love, indefinite feeling.

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