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Do you ever catch yourself thinking that we are slowly fading from each other's memories? If you do, let me tell you... it is just an illusion. Forgetting is not a choice for us. Even if we desperately tried, I could never erase you, and you could never let go of me. It would be like asking the ocean to forget the shore; no matter how far the tide pulls back, it is always destined to return.
Tell me honestly, when you look around at the everyday sights, don't your eyes unconsciously search the crowd, hoping to catch a glimpse of my face? When the world gets too quiet, doesn't my voice still echo in your silence, just like the sound of the waves trapped inside a seashell?
Even when you finally close your eyes, I know I linger there in the quiet corners of your sleep, refusing to fade away. I know I do, because you do the exact same to me. So tell me... with all this invisible gravity pulling us together, do you really believe we are forgetting each other? Or are we just quietly keeping each other alive in everything we do?
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Do you ever catch yourself thinking that we are slowly fading from each other's memories? If you do, let me tell you... it is just an illusion. Forgetting is not a choice for us. Even if we desperately tried, I could never erase you, and you could never let go of me. It would be like asking the ocean to forget the shore; no matter how far the tide pulls back, it is always destined to return.
Tell me honestly, when you look around at the everyday sights, don't your eyes unconsciously search the crowd, hoping to catch a glimpse of my face? When the world gets too quiet, doesn't my voice still echo in your silence, just like the sound of the waves trapped inside a seashell?
Even when you finally close your eyes, I know I linger there in the quiet corners of your sleep, refusing to fade away. I know I do, because you do the exact same to me. So tell me... with all this invisible gravity pulling us together, do you really believe we are forgetting each other? Or are we just quietly keeping each other alive in everything we do?
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