Today, here I am at the place where we first met—the beach.
I could still remember your long brown hair being blown by the wind;
the sound of the waves splashing;
and my heart loudly beating.
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Remembering You
Short StoryHey it's me, Tyrell. I'm still here, looking back at our memories... The "why's"... The "what if's"... The "I love you's" and the "I'm sorry" too... I'm still here, love... Remembering YOU. (Short entries.)
