We would play baby games when we were together. We would go out in the rain and walked in the streets, soaking ourselves laughing out loud crazily with no care for tomorrow. We lived in the moment and made it perfect as if it would never come back, and it never did. It wasn’t like romantic as in the movies but very natural as if spontaneous love happening at all times, it was more like two five year old kids playing in the mud.
She was the wind beneath my wings, taught me how to fly. But now we’re strangers, don’t know where she is. It’s been many many years now. Things change, places change, people change, and changes Everything.
Memories Remain.
memories are fair, sometimes make you happy and sometimes hurt you instead.
The essay goes like poem, with deep feeling;
It is tasty although we don't know the detailed story!
In most cases, short articles are better than longer ones!
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