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It's really unexpected to see your face today.

I've been searching, asking for your presence these last many weeks. Nevertheless, you were gone, without any trace. I couldn't see you. I couldn't ask what were you doing yesterday, or the day before that, or the day before that.

After you said what you really think about us, I cried my eyes out. I was being that girl in the cliche romantic film we always mocked every time we had the chance. When I listened to our song. Or when I remembered about our last conversation. Or when anyone asked me about you.

I feel stupid, then I met you.

You didn't act like there were something wrong. And I tried to keep up. Seriously, I tried. But I can't. I couldn't hold myself to see the real you. Different you. Different person. I don't know who you are. It made me ask. If I don't even know you now, how can I be still in love with you? We talked. I realized you don't who I am now either.

So what am I crying about? Who am I falling in love with? You, or past you?