She left her beautiful writings behind, her heart, what she called them. She might have left the world but her love never left his side. Even though she knew she wouldn't get him, she loved him..most ardently. He was unaware of her name and existence, which she had adored just because of him.. When she saw him holding hands with someone that wasn't her, her hopes broked. But not her heart, it still begged for him. He would enjoy the beauty of getting loved and she of loving him. The God, at the end was too cruel to her, but she loved it cause her love seemed happy.
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From my beloved, to my beloved
SonstigesIt's not a story nor it is a poem, it's just random unspoken beautiful feelings captured in those tiny chapters
