Chapter 58. The Toast

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The song brought too many memories, even those good ones I don’t want to remember. The lyrics must’ve been perfect, on a different setting. Not as a conclusion to this shocking day.

There’s really nothing to celebrate after her admission. Though I already placed that at the back of my mind, I still can’t stop thinking about it. Perhaps this will continue being like this. I shall let it hurt until it hurts no more.

You are here, under the lights of the stars

The years are behind us, you’re in my arms, and I’m doing fine

The stars must have fallen as I found some in your eyes

Take me out of here. I don’t want to miss you tonight

The radio can play all the songs, but here’s ours

The writers can compose as many poems and books as they want

Still, it wouldn’t compare to the perfection that this moment brings

This moment of you and me under the moon

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