We Don't Talk Anymore by Charlie Puth ft. Selena Gomez will set the mood for this one. Obviously... Read while listening. 

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It was a late silent night.

There was no notifications. No calls or laughing fits going on for hours. No texts and not even that name popping out of nowhere from the phone screen.

It's nice to see new posts, photos taken in different places and moments captured beautifully. All the smiling faces she makes, every step she takes and each time she spends everywhere are happening. It's actually quite nice.

But it wasn't with her.

She wished she knew beforehand. She wished she knew before it happened. She wished she knew before her love found the one she's always been looking for.

She wished she knew that it wasn't her. That would've made her move on. That would've made her forget their love that she left so easily.

She wasn't the one staring at her in those pretty little dresses. She wasn't the one who has her arm around her waist or the one pulling her by the shoulders. She wasn't the one lying beside her like she did used to before.

She wasn't the one anymore.

Her brain couldn't seem to function. Like it's been losing a screw. And she never has the strength to say, "It's because of you."

She doesn't even have the strength nor the courage to talk to her. To call her. To poke her or even look at her. To turn her eyes towards her so much unlike before when they'll easily find hers in the crowd. When they'll easily meet and stare for what seemed like forever. For what seemed to be enough.

She hopes someone's loving her the way that she did. That it was even better than hers because