I love you dearly.
You wore my cloth, you went to Station One (which you told me it was your first time), I am happy.
But when you said you are with a friend, I am sad. You were going for a late movie, and you texted me good night at 1am.
I was sad again.
In the morning I texted you for lunch at McD. You said you can't, and you just stopped to reply me, I was sad again.
My happiness and sadness are all about you. I smoke because of you, because it is too painful that, without smoking I would feel that I am suffocating.
Love you Dein..
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