"Are you leaving?" he says in such a heavy-hearted way.
"I don't know. Should I?" she replies.
"....,"
"You need the space more than I do," she walks even further than before.
"...,'
This isn't what she wants, but this is what she has to do.
"I can give you a space," as he finally speaks.
She smiles. Everything makes even more sense.
"You only said it because I walked away," she smiles.
"It's not your fault. I'll be watching you from here," she continues.
Sometimes distance is the only cure.
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Evening Cup of Tea
PoetryI want to drink coffee but my stomach says no. They said, "At least you have an iced coffee!" But those sentence is not applicable for me. Here I am, lost in thoughts, feeling unwell, but have to drink a cup of tea instead of coffee.
