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Oct 2019
It all began that  night,
when you were lonely,
that one night when he left,
that one-night you'd never forget
he broke your trust and shattered your heart,
left you glum, heart-broken, and full of misery,

You decided to go online and have a little fun,
Just to escape the pain and forget the thing he has done,
I was online that time with no one to talk to,
Decided to have a chat with a stranger like you,
little that I know you were broken-hearted too,
then i made up my mind and tried to approach you (virtually),

The conversation he had gone longer than it was supposed to,
two more nights and I mustered my courage then planned to tell you how I felt for you,
I wasn't expecting to get a positive reply from you but,
somehow you told me that maybe you love me too,

Nights went longer and we ain't sad no more,
for there it was, the love that we were waiting for,
together with us, in our hearts and soul,
for each night that we had simple talks but went on longer,
we always end it with a mutual "Goodnight, I love you."

A month went on, we still contact each other,
As the nights grow longer your replies became shorter,
As this went on, I couldn't help but worry and cry,
what if I will be abandoned  again just like the last time,
what if all those nights will just  turn out as wasted time,
why would you waste those wonderful nights of our stupidity and amusement,
with a little bit of satisfaction and pleasure sometimes,

months went on and had passed us by,
decided to meet  this secret lover in real life,
we met as planned but didn't get along as expected,
I was too shy and that is never exaggerated,
I was your banker and you were my boss,

I keep your money (not really yours),and tell me when to procure,
as the days go on i kept on thinking that maybe you never really loved me at all,
you only kept me so you could brag it to your friends and at school,
well I know I was never ever cool at all,nope not once,

maybe we should have never met at all,
maybe we should have stayed friends,
maybe just lovers over the phone,
just like how we started, back as virtual lovers.
love anton
Anton
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Anton  23/Androgyne
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