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Oct 2013
Give me a minute.

I'm trying to forget, the smell of her hair, the joy of her smile, the warm fuzzy feeling of her hand in mine, the look she gave me when I touched her perfect face for the very first time.

I'm trying to forget, but its hurts more than i can bear.

How can such sweet memories bear such pain within them? I should have known better, the contract explicit stated 'for only a week, we'll fly'.True to her words, sparks flew, but vanished in a blink of an eye. Oddly ,I'm the only one crashing after a flight.

Even as I curl up in bed with inaudible sobs, I'm trying to forget the feeling of running my fingers through her hair, her contagious laughter, the imperfections of previous romances.

Purging out the last of her, I though I was cleansed, I was free.

I was wrong.

I met an angel, yet she couldn't stay, as she flew off, she left a feather behind. I took it and stuck it on my cap. Yet when time comes to take it of, I can't, I really can't. Now I can't even pry my fingers away form the last reminant of her that I can cling onto.

Even as I look at the horizon where she has already faded out of sight, probably happy in another land, in another's arms.Here I am still trying to forget. Eventually, will I ever ?
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