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"Society is no reality, Padma. It's just what they want us to see. Why can't you understand that?" Michael sighed.
"Because I believer there is still some good left in this world and I just can't give that idea up," she said.
She put her hand to his face and gently stroked the side of his face. "You are one of the people that are still good in this world, you only fail to see it yourself. That is why I love you Michael."
"You don't love me! I mean we always argue!" Michael answered.
"I do love you. In a way I do love you, Michael. Our arguments are just too disguise that."
"You're mental, you know that?"
"Perhaps, but you remember how good it was when we were together. I know we both have to move on, but I will always remember you. You will always have a special place in my heart no matter what happens." Padma kissed him and walked away.