There was once a time, when we started off as strangers that turned into best friends and then into ‘something more than friends”.
Something special,
Somebody special.
And over time, I started believing that we were secretly in love with one another,
Until one day, I spilled the beans,
And you shot me with your silence.
The last goodbye came like a bullet,
It did not kill me, but left me broken and bruised.
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