The longing, the missing, the memories. 'I' try my very best to discover the magical and unknown past which 'I' hold on to and can never forget. A cool tone to it, a recollection of things running down memory lane. He left me alone, his last breath he took, 'I' stood there crying.
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They always say I don't understand love yet, that im too young, but they dont get it. The difference between liking someone and someone you can imagine spending you life with.