As I stare into the pale moonlight of a quiet, solitary evening, I struggle to remember how it felt when we were happy, when you held my hand and when we expected nothing. Somehow the events that transpired after we said goodbye have slipped by like water on glass. It’s been
raining ever since. I wish tears can drag memories away from my mind. But I guess even if they did, they’d fall right into my heart.
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