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I swore I'd never miss you again.

I locked your chapter deep inside me. But somewhere between defiance and knowledge, your name never truly faded.

We live in different worlds now, new streets, new light. But when the nights grow quieter, I still haven't forgotten you.

So much has happened since then. Too much time has simply passed silently. We've both changed, and yet here I

Between anger and maybe, between "let go" and "stay," I miss you and hate you at the same time. And I don't know what I want from us.

We've moved on, but not entirely free. Too much feeling still writes to us. Tell me, are we just a memory, or still an unresolved "maybe"?

I've learned to stand alone. I've rebuilt myself. I've counted scars and tried to understand.

Why love hurts us both

You're not the same person you used to be, and neither am I. But when your name is suddenly mentioned, my heart still feels heavy.

Maybe leaving was the right thing to do. Maybe it was necessary for us. But why does distance still feel like longing?

Between anger and maybe, between reason and emotion, I search for clarity in the darkness, but find only an old profile.

We've both changed. We're stronger, yet still alone. Tell me, when we meet again, will it be peace or more pain?

I don't know if I want you back, or just the version of us before everything broke, before love turned into loss.

Maybe I just miss how I felt with you, and not you anymore.

Between anger and maybe, between yesterday and today, lies a heart that doesn't know whether to fight or give in.

We live far apart now, and yet you're never truly gone. Perhaps only memories remain, and no shared place.