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Three hundred sixty-five earth days around the sun is called a revolution.

Two revolutions ago, we are in different orbits, yet we met and found each other. Little did I knew that this journey will be full of false hopes. And sweet lies.

One revolution ago, you were still with me. Though I already know that journey will soon come to end, as you were about to revolve in someone's universe. My world shattered as it only revolves in you and you alone ever since. You were my world, but I wasn't yours.

Now, another revolution has passed, I am now in a different galaxy. It was huge, it was bright, it was wonderful. I am free.

Yet you, you were still in the same dark orbit you've been through before. How many revolutions would you still need before you learn?