Fading Memoirs

This is kinda poem but there's a story in it. Hope you read this and please leave a comment.


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We used to be the best of friends, him, the goofy guy and me, the distant and reserved.
His house was next to mine.
We've known each other, since we were child.
We fight, we laugh and dream together.
I was his deadpan queen and he was my knight in pressed shirt and fitted jeans.
I dreamed of future with him in it, the two of us, a happy ending.
But it is true that the future is vague, for it gave me the opposite of what I prayed for.
Dreaming of a fairy-tale life resulted to waking up in a god-awful nightmare.

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