How hard is it to forget something that has become a significant part of your life? You never realize how much you love someone, til he says goodbye. It doesn't have to imply a human being, it could just be an 'it'. An 'it' like the designing course I used to despise by guts, like those plastic people who used to revolt me. Now the hatred, the disgust, and the fear are just gone. What's there are just the longings of these feelings of blunder. Except that they are not blunders anymore, they are anything but forms of love.
Life is paradoxical.
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