he was a fleeting moment, a distant memory. he was the sunshine of my winter nights. the boy i once called a star. he became the muse of my every poetry. the truth behind my metaphors. my memories of him became my constant reminder of hope. the goodbyes we shared was my constant reminder of regret.
—the almost lover🍂
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