That paradox.

That paradox.

It’s raining outside and i miss you. Not because you have the sad blue eyes nor the big brown eyes; not because you sent me those little lovely drawings before my entrance exam nor the postcards from all the places you have been, not because you held my hand in darkness and sang for me a romantic spanish song nor saying the words i want to hear. It’s because you’ve been a part of my life that i could never forget. In short, it torments me when i think about you, all of you…


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