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Make your mind in control of your's not of your desire

After 23 years, I've seen you once again. The feeling is still the same... after all those years. Feeling that I wasn't able to tell you. There maybe regrets that keep on haunting me, but I must go on... You have your family and I have mine.
There was never an "us". Why didn't I try? Why didn't I feel it earlier? Then you left.
Now that we've found each other again, how could I wish that there will be an "us"?