I still wake up each morning in a panic, over a month later, still expecting to see the news headlines with your name and that terrible news.
Just like I did every morning after that day.
And I still go to bed dreading it...
Even though it's past now.
I still do.
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Short Stories Of Love (COMPLETED)
RomanceI may not be able to give all this love to the one who doesn't know I'm here but why let it go to waste when I can let it overflow here?
