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I've finally found the, can't find the right word for it, but I've found it in me to accept that I've lost. This game is not the one I could win, not a fighting chance. Just like before, nothing's changed...

Inches away...

The closest I've been to him in days. So close, I could pull his fingers if I wanted to but so distant for I do not dare touch him. Being there is like hearing a voice from the back of my head but not seeing the lips from which it comes from. Looking back from when we first met, I have so many memories of him that I didn't really took in my mind until now that I realized that I like him. Wala lang. Fotek, wala akong maisulat.

Ganito na lang, basta