Part six ; were I told her my name and she made it sound like a poem
We called again and again.
And we talked about everything.
We talked about molecules
and the universe
and how everything was actually so small,
we talked about the stars
and how they were born,
about they rain
and about how she loved it so much
that I could do nothing
than love the rain too.
We talked over and over again
but still I never told her my name.
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Sorry for not updating for so long. Still love you guys and still love writing so I'M BACK :)
