Rain brings about that nostalgic side of me.
I remember the laughter and tears.
Your touch used to warm my skin.
The umbrella that I hold in my hand would sway together with the wind.
I remember you laughing at me.
Was it that funny?
Poems are not my thing, you said.
I guess you are right.
So let me begin our story, all over again...
as I
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Thinking Of You
General FictionHave you ever felt that, at some point, even when you did already let go, you still regret everything? Have you thought of just turning back time? Have you realized that in the present, and in the first place, he was all you ever wanted? Everyone k...
