He was like my anchor. My safe place. The person who always could make me calm me down.
I was hoping we could fly to the same direction together.
But sometimes, we have to fly alone at some point.
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Some poetic prose for my hopeless romantic heart and dramatic melancholic soul. Short dribbles with no particular plot - a bunch of ideas loosely collected piece by piece.
English isn't my first language. Feedbacks are welcomed.