That.

My dear,
There is a difference between bruised, hurt, and broken.
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Florance and I were sitting side by side,
We were looking at the same direction,
But at different people.

She looked at him with a flutter in her eyes.
While I looked at him with a sad thump inside the hollow of my heart.

Although I know I shouldn't,
I still look for his silhouette,
Gazing at his direction,
Searching for his back.

Surprisingly,
Even after all these times,
Seeing him like this,
I missed him.

I missed the memory of him.
September 4th, 2013.

but still, I gave up in searching for love, in loving anyone.