Sep 6, 2011
The air was dense. I listened to the rain blow in, predicted it hitting the glass. Cursed myself, for letting the association stir me. Sometimes you want to move on, sometimes you realise you have to move on—and then there are some who you know you may never be able to forget.
I often dreamed of our wedding day; but last night, for the first time, I couldn’t see her face.
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