Her Story

I remember it all in bits
Breathing in her voice
I was trying to listen to what seemed an echo from far away
Although, she sat right next to me
She caressed my hair in the loveliest of ways and made me believe one day,
I would love someone more than myself,
That I could make another soul my happiness
And it started from then on, my hopeless romantic dreams

I haven’t stopped since.
And so hasn’t she.

I’m thankful to her for letting me be a part of the story she was writing.

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