And we leaned in, a smile still playing on my face, a smile still on yours and we kissed ...
The sight of your smile was a delight beyond compare...
I'm longing for your presence, love....
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A series of diary entry found by a young girl in her mot...
You would sit cross legged with your guitar on your lap, your black hair gently falling on your forehead, reaching your eyes.
You looked ethereal, you always did.
And then you would start singing... Strucking the strings of my heart ...
Oh gods, that voice...that voice made me feel as if heaven itself came walking to me. Honestly, every moment with you felt like that.
Sometimes I would sing along with you, not being able to contain myself and sometimes, I would ruin the song by hitting the wrong notes.
But you would laugh, letting go of all my mistakes like always, calling me towards you, handing me the guitar, guiding my hands, teaching me how to play....
Now the guitar leans in its stand, covered with dust, waiting for someone to play it once again... But it lies there untouched.
Oh how I wish I would hit the wrong note once again and I had get to hear that endearing laugh of yours, once again ...
(WC :- 186)
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