We were sitting on the park bench under that same tree. We were holding hands like it was most natural thing to do. He was staring on the ground, contemplating what to say. I squeeze his small chubby hands softly and he shifted his gaze towards me t...
As long as I remember, we were friends.. which itself is an understatement. He was my soulmate, my human diary, my other half.
Having a soulmate is not always about romance. You can find your soulmate in a friendship too.
He made all those time in that garden much more lively. Among those meadows of flowers, he was my precious flower, pink haired, chubby cheeked, crescent eyed, Jiminie.
😺😻😺😻
A/n The first few chapters are going to be short.. Please bear with me.🐈 The chapter length will exponentially increase progressively.
Take some cute pics as compensation🙈
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