Love is just like a record player.
The same record
The repeating scenes
Just ..
a swap of roles..
Just like what has always been said..
"What goes around comes around"
You know, one day, you'll experience all the kinds of hurt you brought upon others.
On the other hand, you'll also see those who ever brought you down to hell will eventually get their turns to be ripped (:
Sometimes, we lost to that moment of confusion.
Whoever or whichever seems more reassuring might sometimes be the only regret we'll have when we look back.
Umpteen times I tell myself to move on..
yet the heart is holding on.
My mind is clear somehow..
Reminding me of the distances now.
A warm touch
Two calming kisses
Long embrace..
Countless flashbacks
Regrets
Nothing will ever rewind.
This record player could only keep on playing..
P.s: We all know..
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