Remember Me When It Rains
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He is so scared to look at her, so scared that if he give one more look, he would never be able to fall in love with someone else.
Art, and the rain. They don't go well, do they ?
Ivy did once loved both. She once had a very interesting time in a while. Finding he who shared the same interest,
As any other, she had eyes for that someone, eyes for him for such a long time. She loved someone but then if loving means letting go, there was three to choose.
He was a sweet one, almost perfect as she pictured. The day one lost memories, was the day one suffered.
So instead, she left , finding herself needing it most at the first place.
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