Going home is sweet
Since when you had became so significantly great these days, I don't know why. Knowing that all the sparks we had, as if we could read each other's mind, oh yes we do..till now.. The times you would look back at me, only to me.. smiling for a reason. Now, you would still come by me.. sit by my side, watch me..i felt that not a word is more than enough.. You are not my knight, never my everything.. couldn't be.. but you are my history, my time turner, my medicine on wounds that won't heal a thousand years. I guess we never made our goodbyes.. never did the hellos..
posted by fern at
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