Finding out you as that good son to your mother.
You as the one who took care from a very young age.
I was impressed by you. Always!
Finding out you were single.
I wanted to cough at that word, but back then I believed stupidly
Ofcourse. It was all new for me once again.
I didn't know how I could trust you when we haven't exchanged a word despite the fact that your eyes told me things that your mouth couldn't find the courage to.
Was it a mere miscommunication from my side? Or misunderstanding?
But I was sure they weren't everytime you tried to show kind and genuine gestures whenever I visited your place.
Dumbshit!
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TACENDA
Short StoryA simple warm story. Unconfessed and unsaid things by both. But mostly, here it lies the things you wish you could've told. You'll get back on your feet someday, even if it's not today. You'll move on. Description - None of the pictures belong to m...
