march 1st,4:00am
i traced my fingers along the oak tree who stands witness for all our memories.
this was where you promised me love.
this is also where you broke your promise.
of all the memories we've made, this tree is my favorite. it's stands for everything we would never be.
maybe someday, another couple would have their story under this tree and it would end up better than ours.
but till then this is the only memory i want to keep of us.
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Lemon Tea | ✓
Cerita Pendekthe story of a boy who liked lemon tea and a girl who made latte lowercase intended status : complete #108 in short story 04/10/16
