May 13
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Weird how every month that passes, it's supposed to mean something. A new chapter to be read, a new beginning to start, a new door opened.
Could we maybe just sit here for a while? Watch how the leaves change colours and shade us under this scorching hot sun? Could we maybe lean against each other, one leg on top of the other?
Could we laugh over the past? How distance made our hearts grow too fond for each other that leaving would admit that I would miss you all over again?
Weird how when the seasons change, you do too. When will it be one where you keep coming back to me? Will you ever come back?
