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Until then...

I really don't get it. I am confused and my mind is lost. The precious treasures of the sun, and those that come when I close my eyes, have long vanished. I am confused, and try not to cry. It is hard to imagine what moving on is like. We have stepped onto a completely new world. It may have taken me 365 sunrises to realize that life moves on. 365 times I must have said that the past was still holding strong. But on 366, you slowly begin to realize that it is time.

I long hold a policy to my heart, to never forget. I hold my friends and vow to keep them as friends, because I know that at a moment in time, I simply knew that what we had was real. I tell you with confidence and strength that no matter was it to occur, I will always keep my friends close to my heart, and every single one of them, has their own space. My heart is physically limited, but my love is endless. I can't bear the knowledge of moving on, when you have time to keep people in your life. But I must.

Slowly, the ties of my past dwindle away, and I shed a crystal tear of love, for those who have held time in their hands, and walked away.

I do not move for the first time in 365, I do not take action, I simply close my eyes and begin to realize that time has just gone for a walk. And while he takes his path, so will I, as we go our own ways, hoping to intervene some day, but for now, this is goodbye, or better yet, until we meet again.

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