Onsra: Loving for the last time; that bittersweet feeling you get when you know a love won't last.
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There's a place. A place that exists on a plane between reality and memories.
I go to that place sometimes and sometimes the place comes to me.
It is a place where I talk to her, or rather the memory of her, and she speaks to me.
I ask questions and allow my mind to conjure up the replies.
We could talk for hours without end.
I smile at her words and she laughs at my bad jokes, however much she used to tell me she hated them.
I'm euphoric when she's here- I share my whole day's events with her- or rather, i used too.
That funny accident, that boring day, my phone that broke and my heart that broke as she took with her.
In that place, our place, she listens to all my words and then she quietly kisses me and the world is beautiful again. She reminds me that although her road ended, mine is still being build.
I go to that place often.
Its a beautiful place between reality and memories.
It exists in my mind and it shall exist till the day we reunite.
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Onsra
RomanceThere's a place. A place that exists on a plane between reality and memories. I go to that place sometimes and sometimes the place comes to me. It is a place where I talk to her, or rather the memory of her, and she speaks to me.
