I should have told him sooner. This mysterious union between us brought us in to perfect void. He left. And I knew that you would, but my emotions devour me. It devour me right here, in this dark and spacious walls of distinct recollection of him. It has not left me yet, those pristine memories of us spanned in absolute landscape. I can still see the perfect view, like it was purposely painted in my mind. We gazed through that distant scenery of beautiful panorama.
The breeze gently stroke my skin. This place did not change a bit. It was perfectly as it was then, and now we will be together. I took a step, forward to the sea, and felt my being falling into abyss as I whispered, "I love you."
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Stitches and Wounds
PoetryI want you to hear my silent sobs whenever you are with him. I want you to feel my suppressed pain every wretched nights. I want you to know much I drowned in pain with the thought of you loving him. I want you to know how many stitched that knitted...
