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“I don’t know what I want anymore…after this, the fans, the outcoming result…”
“You are always good at what you are doing, you knew it, all you need is to trust yourself, be more confident. You can do it.”
“I don’t know about that,” The brunette chuckles. “It’s just…it’s so tired to be strong all the time, smiling in front of the cameras, pretending to be the one who’s perfect…it’s hard, to tell others what I really feel, my weakness, my fear…”
“So tell me, I may have missed the chance all these years, but we can start now, just like old times, when you came to me, took some photos, and we chatted the entire night.”
“Yeah, good old days, huh?”
“That’s why I came back, even though I’m too busy to be here with our friends, I do miss those times..”
“Yeah, I did horrible things to you.”
“And so did I, even if I knew you didn’t want to interfere with any of my work.”
“No, please…don’t ever think of that…”
“In this life, you may only meet a confidant who knows you, and you also understand her, but ultimately you cannot be together for many reasons.
I hope that once this certain brunette, my favorite person, appears in my life, maybe just finally, you will be the only love of my life.
I don’t know how the situation will become. I don’t know whether if the decision would be right. I am full of complexity and contradiction. I think I’m still deeply in love with you, but I don’t know.
But I know one thing, either or not you’re in the crowd, this memory will always stay with me.”
“What should we do now? I mean in front of the others?”
“Maybe just be who we are.” The blonde shrugs. “Like what we are doing now?”
“Exactly.” The blonde woman nods. “Let the past be the past, baby, No matter whether it is sweet or painful, it is the period that ended.”
Taking in a tender moment where reconnecting, the blonde woman slowly leans down, pressing a soft kiss on the brunette’s lips, then forehead.
“I’ll always be there for you, Jen, always.”
“How much I look forward to our hands clasped and slowly walked into the public, not seek the envy of others, but the ordinary happiness.
It wasn’t the loss of your love that matters to me.
It is endless goosebumps and moving echoes of your soft voice.
Completion of true love, Is not always being together forever,
Even if it was the love that cannot be completed,
Even if it was only short-term love,
It could also be regarded as true love.