I could think of many words to use to write about my love. After all, I have seen him in ‘most every state.
Read MoreWe used to be Sundays.
Read MoreDo you see the stars, my darling? Looking at them now is like staring right at the past - the flickers we see are from hundreds of years back. Old stars, small stars, dead stars - those that shine on without the need for consent and those that have quietly retreated to a dim.
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