Our predicted fate

I happened to read what I wrote on the 12 of February 2013. So everything turned out to be within my prediction. While I loved you more since then, you're still the same. You never promised anything. True. I expected too much from you perhaps. All these imaginary dreams we once built, are now gone with the wind. We talk about the perhaps; you probably knew it then, that we wouldn't last. I'm not sure. Being bitter about everything doesn't matter much now. It just triggered a wave of emotions over me. It's okay.

It's only just a dream.

But you were real to me.
I'm going back to work tomorrow. I'd be extremely busy I foresee.

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