If I imagine all the stars up in the sky, I know there are plenty. If I think of all the creatures who live in this world, I know there are many. If I contemplate about the chances of meeting a particular person, I know it's countless. This cosmos is such a wonder, full of possibilities. But when I think of all the reasons why you left, I know there's hardly any. But if I imagine what I would say when we see each other again, I know words will be of scarcity. But if ever I'd get the chance to look into those brown eyes again, I know I'd be back to the very beginning.
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"My dear our love has become one with the stars, shining brilliantly from afar. But altogether dead and only a remnant of something beautiful up close..."
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10.17.11
RomanceTo the man that I will always love, I will write until I can't do it anymore. I will write until I forget what I should be writing. I will write until my hand won't even let me hold a pen anymore. I will write until the ink and paper runs out. I wi...
