Life fulls of things we never can understand. What we thought is the whole picture for us, actually we only hold a tiny piece from the very big picture. We would never know what is the truth until the story ended. And ironically that's life, and that's how it goes. Untold secret that should have been told. Things I've been waiting to know for the past months. And we were running out of time. When we realized it, everything was too late.
I've been wondering these days.
Would it be a different story if only I've been more honest with my own feeling back then?
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