“Every kiss on the cheek he gave me, every hug, every smile. I want to remember it all...”
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Imagine every tear that you cried. Every little drop was to accumulate, and to be amplified into a river. A river of tears. Despite rivers being fresh water, would your Tears River be bitter?
That’s what I was busy thinking about as I reminisced, looking through photo albums. All of them, capturing different stages of my relationship with him. I love him, I really do. Even after we ended our romance, I couldn’t forget about him. I told him that we’ll be friends after we broke up… but I don’t think I truly kept to my promise. I couldn’t look at his amber orbs without my heart dropping. I still loved him with all my heart. To the girl he truly loves, I say you’re arguably the luckiest woman in the world to have Feliciano Vargas.
Turning to the next pho