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Looking at the clear sky, seeing how the clouds abandoned it, made me feel heartbroken. Mind full of thoughts, lost in a maze of memories, swallowed me to death. Every day, I prayed for a change.
It was another hopeless day. A shadow then reached my feet. The sun was blinding my eyes and all I could see was his pretty smile. He was a “Man of Laurel”. His gaze snapped me out of my reverie. Should I call it a blessing? He lent me his hand and, these words slipped off my mind- “Who are you? Am I dreaming? But why me?” He then put my shoes on, “gosh I felt like a Cinderella”, clasped my hands and we ran all day. Strangely my world of grey turned into beautiful lights. Every moment with him was a beautiful memory. How can I possibly forget him? I never believed in God, but for the first time heavens really blessed me, and I want to meet him for one more time.
He was my first ever date. He was my first kiss. What should I name this feeling? Is this how being in love feels like? If so, I don’t want to let him go? But will he love me back? Will he look at me with his warmth gaze one more time?
I MISS YOU BOY
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