dear diary,
minghao left me for the rose girl. the day we met her was the worst day of my life.
the moment he saw her, he let go off his grip on my hand and rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly shy.
"minghao? who's this?" the girl's high pitched voice echoed around us.
"no one. she's no one." he turned to me and gave me a sorry smile before walking over to the girls side. the girl who couldn't love him like i would.
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a/n; ok why did i just write this its so sad omg please forgive me-