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I quit, I quit to cry for you. I quit to hurt myself and look at you with pain in my eyes. For all those pain I would feel in my heart will only make me weaker and weaker and one day I would curse myself for loving you so much. I couldn't do this, I couldn't convert your memories into a bondage. Your memories will always be a part of my soul. I promise I will keep them alive and always a promising part of my life. Nothing has changed and nothing will. I still have that old wallet and it still has a picture of you. I always take a walk in the woods like we used to and I stop by that hundred year old tree you used to call great grandfather it still has our initials. I sit there for hours thinking about you and when I am back in the present I just miss you. They say I should move on but you know sometimes holding on is the thing you enjoy, I do. I hear heartbeats, its really loud when I see your photographs especially the one in which you wore the black dress I gifted you, I couldn't say that day or any other day that you look gorgeous in that. Many things have remained untold, I couldn't find words to express them, nor the love I would feel every time I saw you neither the pain which grasped me when I saw you for the last time. I wish I was good with words and feelings maybe the story could have been different. The only thing my heart said seeing you walking away was 'there she goes, away from you. Hold her hands and she will stop, believe me...'

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