He lost her once. Twice. And he couldn't summarize how sorry he was for leaving her behind when he had the choice to stay. He was deeply sorry for not being able to tell her she was the most important. And to this day he would sometimes find himself reminiscing over the idea that things could have gone a different way if he wasn't so ignorant and full of rage. But time had flown away like a calm river and now only the waves spoke of the past once in a while. The reminiscence, the regret, they did not mean nothin'. For now she wasn't here to know. She was gone forever. And now he had no other choice but to live with this fact. But still, in some lonely blue moon nights, he would take a stroll down his memory lane and pick a few glimpses of her laughter he once had the luck to be a reason of. And now it were just some meaningless words hidden in the folds of his rugged journal...
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