YK_456
The gap between us was like an Amnesia. The prickling feeling through the stitches beneath your headdress; a lacklustered-fragmented memory was only left in your head.
The thought of my name and face would never cross your mind, my heart starts to beat in a melancholy drum. Our occasional pillow talks back then was part of my salient treasure trove in my heart and mind.
Was I a chosen mishap or it's just you don't want our love would reach until the shore?