A story to share with the beloved

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The last of the waiting It was the last time that I'd wait for you,but at last you never came. I know what might be on your mind,I started drinking alone in this small bar,I would have been sad whether you came or not. 8 years,uhh?Are you still the same? Yes,I want to see you again and really I want to know if you are doing OK and if happiness was with you. After all,you are my first love in my life. It is raining outside and the rain sounds so cold. One more drink?Yes.Yet the drink. If we hadn't parted that year,would we be still in love? Life allows no "what-ifs" and there is no going back to the beginning,maybe it is the best to us. It's getting late and I have to leave.But as I left the place,I felt I had left all we had shared,love,hatred and our youth. It's the last time I'd wait for you,but it was the best you never came.It is the best,it is the best. Having read this,I suddenly reminded somebody.My friends have many different memories after reading this. what about you?Does somebody's face begin to be into your mind?May I know?