One day, we will meet again. Maybe in our favorite bookstore or in the coffee shop we visited most. We will meet again and clear things out.
"Why did you leave?"
"Did you even love me?"
"Why did you choose her?"
We will meet again to clean our hearts from the remaining feelings. We will meet again and start over, without each other.
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Waves
PuisiEvery stroke of my pen feels like coming home. #MyYouth Highest Rank: #4 in poetry [May 17, 2016]
