Won't you stay with me?
- LECTURES 174
- Votes 9
- Chapitres 3
En cours d'écriture11m
Dernière publication lun., avr. 13, 2015
My life wasn't perfect at all. I had many problems but they didn't matter because he was the solution to all my problems. He was the answer to all my prayers. My life wasn't the best but I could still be happy as he was a part of it.
He made me laugh when I didn't even want to smile. He was a bright light in the darkness of my life. He was the stars which I saw at night and the sunlight which I woke up to in the morning. He was my everything, my world.
One day he had to leave me and go far away, but he promised to come back. Promised me that he would bring more light to the darkness of my life once he returned.
I waited...
But, he never came back.
And one day his name didn't make me smile anymore.
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