I still remember

What if things were different? What if we still remained friends, what if we were lovers.

Meeting each other at age 14, we didn't know what life would throw at us. All we knew was we had each other, despite the many arguments we had, but what can I say? We were young and we didn't know any better.

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This is a story of me clinging onto several memories in the past of my past lover and I. No matter how hard I try to move on from him, these attempts become unsuccessful.

Some days, I hate him. Some days, I wish things were different. But in the end, things happen and we can't do anything to change what has already been done.

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I felt really overwhelmed with feelings one night and next thing I knew, I wrote about it on wattpad.