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Nothing More Than Two Different Sandals





I always thought of you as someone who got my back, standing behind me yet never get out of my sight. There was time when I want you by my side. “I’m good here. I want to be able to catch you when you fall,” you said. 

How can I ask for more when your smile blinded my vision. I walked far, sometimes I ran for miles. I got tired once, but I never let myself fall because I knew you are behind. The idea of your existence and your words before are making me stronger. I will not ever let you carry my heavy baggage, not even for a second. 

Until I can’t help but going backwards and bumping into an unfamiliar figure. I pivoted, found you standing side by side with another version of yourself; having the time of your life, spending every second of it in heaven. I am standing here, realizing the reason why do I always one step ahead of you. 

It’s because we are nothing more than two different kind, two different color, two different size of sandals. While you convinced me to be at your front, you got your right-sided resemblance of your own. 

All this time I thought of you as my pair, you actually found it in her. 

All this time I thought of you as the only thing that completes me, you already found your whole in her.
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