Sometimes I forget to open my eyes to everything around me. To see beyond my bubble. Sometimes, I forget. I forget to appreciate what I've got.

You're not alone. (:

Oh, and I realise, distance sometimes doesn't help you forget what you want to forget. Is it sad that I'm looking at whatever I've left of him, just so I can hang on to whatever I've got left of him?

I'm just swinging by a pitstop, on my way to acceptance and Mount Moving On..

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