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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"?