Love Letters-11

It’s a constant battle, a war between remembering and forgetting.

Dear me..

I don’t like the memories because the tears come easily and once again a break my promise to myself today. I said I wouldn’t cry and i was just going to love myself, but every song on the radio reminds me of you. And the radio has a  way of playing music you aren’t really in mood of at that particular time but well, here we are. It’s not meant to be all smooth. One day at a time.


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