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Bittersweet

He was quietly sleeping for three long years.  He's been kept, but had become like one of those things you would put in a corner, unnoticed, ignored.

For three long years, you’ve been trying to move on.  Trying so hard to forget all the bittersweet memories of the moments when he was all your world.

Then one day, he suddenly woke up.  He emerged from that disregarded corner looking like a creature from some divine world.  Goddamn beautiful.  He came to you, “remember be, touch me”.  “Not fair”, was all you could say.

After three silent years, your world trembled again.  You could not unnoticed him. You remembered him and all that he was. You mustered all your strength not to touch him, and you failed.

And you were looking for that one exact word that would describe all the feelings that you felt all at once.

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