The way your hand touch my bare skin, it was just right. The way your words touch my heart, it was just right. The way your mind connected to my body, it was just right.
Until you left.
YOU ARE READING
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Разное"Age is just number right?" he asked. "Perhaps" "You seems not agree. Why so?" again. "It might be number. By that, i mean the age itself. The memories on it, well... it last"
