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They say, it's over the moment you fall for the memories instead of the person themselves.

Maybe that's why. I'm always seeking for consistency when I, myself, can't do that. Always hoping that my other half not gonna wake up one morning, and feel differently.

But what if, she didnt? And I did?

I just decided one morning, that I'm not happy. I'm done chasing. Love you or not. I'm just done doing anything. All I have in mind right now, I just wanna climb my ass off. And recover.

Oh did I mentioned that the doc just increased my meds dosage? Uhhhhh.