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His face was the very last sight I wanted to see. The way he loved me makes me forget how much he has hurt me. The way he used to care for me makes me love him even more deeply even when I know he doesn't care anymore. 

The way he used to love me was divine. Our love was like a fairy tale, and they say, fairy tales never come true. He was flawless and perfect-too perfect that I was afraid he may disappear all of a sudden. I doubted if he was a beautiful dream.

I never thought anybody could ever love as much as he did. Now that I miss him, I realize how he used to talk about every little thing.

Everything he told me made me happier. Whether about the stars, or the sun... Everything seemed special and fresh when he talked. But I didn't know that it was all for such a short while.

I couldn't have enough of him. I could never love him as I wanted to. Now when I see the stars, or the sun... I search in between my fingers. There, I see his, locked in between mine.

I realize that when it is time to let go, one has to do it. It doesn't matter how much you get hurt or how much you would miss them. Just make yourself believe that you have had your time together.