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I think the worst part about all of this is, still carrying the memories and little informations in your heart, when the person has left.
It's remembering their favourite colour.
Thier favorite chocolate.
The most hated vegetables by them.
The wierd names you called each other,
The ways you teased each other.
Their lame jokes and how they bursted out laughing as if they had cracked the best joke ever.
It's remembering their favourite songs and singers.
Remembering those hilarious conversations you had with them during the day.
Remembering those deep conversations during the night.
Remembering those insane laughing sessions.
It's about staring at screenshots and realizing things will never be the same again.
Never. That's when the heart breaks.
And it breaks into even more tiny fragments when you know that they aren't even affected at all.
While you're staying up till 4 thinking about them, they don't even have a clue.
While they were at the top of your priority list. You weren't even the part of their's.
They don't care. They never did!
They won't return back, this isn't a movie.
Happy endings are a myth. This isn't the way it works.
No, you won't bump into them 10 years later in a shopping complex.
They won't realise their mistake and surprise you on your birthday with a cake and a "I'm sorry"
No. They won't awkwardly run into you on a street.
No your hands will not touch accidentally in a library while you're reaching for the same book.
They won't even remember you till then maybe. They won't even know what they did to you and what impact they had on you.
They'll just.... never know.
And that hurts.
That's the worst.