September 14, 2004
4:27 p.m.
He hugged me. We both didn’t say a word. He looked at me as tears fell from his brown eyes. It wasn’t the first time that I saw him cry.
“To meet was to find another. In that mysterious moment where their hands touched, they were welded together. When their two souls saw each other, they recognized that they were mutually needed, and they closely embraced” (Les Miserables)
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Bittersweet
RomanceI've made this story last Summer when I was in my 3rd year of high school. I don't know why, I was maybe, too sad? Too inspired to write. It was my first heartbreak from this one year relationship with a douche guy named Ralph Alvin haha, kidding. H...
