it was the sight of your face, with your warm smile outstretched. it was the touch of your hand touching mine; an invitation from you to me. it was the sound of your footsteps slapping the pavement as you flew into my arms. it was the smell of the flowers that slowly fell around us, its sweet scent poisoning my mind. and it was the taste of pure and utter despair biting at my lips and choking up my throat as i watched the distance grow farther and farther apart.All Rights Reserved
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