When I meet you again, I will burst into soulful tears. Maybe this time I won’t let you go.
You must have experienced a first time sometime in the past. You’ve had witnesses. I don’t have a witness to us. It’s more like maybe we dint exist.
I don’t know why your first ever sight has impacted me this well.
I had seen it all happening in true sense. In a dream maybe. So good to believe. So good to be true. If all was about a time, the time was worth every memory. Worth an idol. Worth a faith. Worth being a first time.
My first time was you.
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Girl, you got pain bottled up inside.
Happens!!
i was told that time heals all from that day itself I am trying to be the time
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