Flashes of you

Damn each day is always a fight. Fighting the feeling of talking to him, when I see the green tick below his picture my heart kindda melt. I can’t lead myself in this emotional trap, the boomerang of emotions that only I have created. How fast should one could move on? Months? Years? I don’t know. But I think the real question should be: Do I want to?

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