As I took a cup,
I remembered clearly how he kissed me in the forehead before I went into my house.
I remembered clearly his scent whenever he walked next to me.
As I opened the bottle,
I remembered clearly when he told me that I was the only girl he adored and loved.
As I filled the glass,
I remembered clearly the colour of the roses he gave me on Valentine’s Day. They were red.
As I ended my life by sipping from the glass,
I also remembered clearly every single word he said.
“I don’t love you anymore.”
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