I felt so weak these past few days. I fell in love with the wrong person at the wrong time once again. The person whom I only slept once, rarely spoke with, and so totally not my type. But love grows in adverse places, in the most inhospitable and unusual conditions, that love is such the greatest mystery of the universe. I never realized that a person can grow stubbornly like a wart inside you no matter how you fight back the feeling, I realized that I was still human after all. I thought I have learned my lesson from my previous relationships, and I am thoroughly scared that everything is gonna happen again like a recurring nightmare. The person will be leaving two weeks after my birthday. And I realized that before the person leaves for Moscow, I am gonna tell how I felt about everything. How I loved and lost again. And how I will never see that person ever. Maybe not in this lifetime.
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