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I like to look at the sky and stare at the glowing stars above my head as if I can reach out and touch them when they are actually light years away from me.
That's how you are. Only that I loved you, in the past. And it is not in the past that our love is over, it is not in the past because it has not passed and it will not pass either. It's the past that you switched. You passed the day that all I had left of him was a kiss, a special kiss, not just one. A kiss of hope. You went and promised you would come back. But I'm the fool who did not remember that whoever went would never come back. And from that night on I did not have the soft touch of your lips because you were passing and probably forgot to come back. I do not like to look at the sky and stare at the stars because you are now there with their sons and not by mouth and it is not easy to look at something you love so much without touching, so I no longer want to love stars, but nevertheless every birthday that I turn off I ask the candles to bring me one star from heaven, one special that glows a little more than someone else. And I still do not want to like stars, but more do not want to see one falls. Because there are stars that are infinite and there are stars that are about to pass, and I'd rather I could look at you from afar than never again. So every night you come to visit me and I just stay to remember how much I loved you, in the past. Because I have many more loves for you and you, you will never love again. After all, you are the one you promised, and you were not able to fulfill.