"Just tell me. Just promise me we'll meet again. It wouldn't matter where. It'll just matter that we did. That we will." "I promise." We were still walking, taking each step more slowly, deceiving ourselves that time didn't exist. I was afraid the moment he would let go of my hand, but instead, he held on tighter, his fingers caressing softly on mine. "I'll still love you tomorrow," He looked at me, the world seemed to get lost as sadness filled our eyes. and all the other days." © All rights reserved. Jameson Clark, 2016All Rights Reserved
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