The love that got away

We loved with a love that was unlike anyother. We loved no matter the distance between us..We loved..We're done..We were once a couple who had the world at our fingers..We used to talk about what'd we do when we'd finally meet..We used to do spend time to show how much we cared.. I sent you a chinese fortune that described us.. You sent a picture saying how much you loved me... I loved you no matter what..I loved you even when I couldn't tell you over the phone.. But now you're gone.. at least that's what I've been told.. All I want is a confirmation, a reason to move on, to give up on our love...

Is it true? Is it true we're done? But the real question is this: When did you decide to be done? When did you give up on me?



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