16 months.

I don’t know what to do. I’m quite confused. This is hurting us for so long. But, I don’t think that we can even fix what’s broken. I’m tired. Tired of hoping and doing my best to fix what i ruined. But you just keep on saying that this is just hopeless. I never thought of it like that. Even if i did something that scared you so much. I’m doing my best to patch up that scar.

We’ve been fighting so much day by day. We swore to each other that we wouldn’t be like this. But, look at us right now. I don’t even know what will i call this. I just don’t know.

I’ve always loved you more than myself and i’m asking myself. “When will this all end? When will we know that it’s time to end? Or when will we know that our love has ended?”

Don’t worry, babe. I’m still holding on.

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me in math class

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