The wall is thick. I can feel the presence your sending but I can’t look at you. My hands are already sweating because of the urge to touch you and ask you if you’re okay. All the afterthought are gone. I’m trying to put away the doubt, and yes I’m scared. For the days we’ve been together. For the memories we cherished, I learned our love is no sacred.

When the longingness and loneliness striking my system, I just walk towards the historic star in one corner. Literally, this symbolizes remembrance. I smile, how amazing the lightest pink faded into the ranged blue and lavender fits perfectly as the middle part. Now they’re completely magical. It tooks all the patience before seeing the elegance. In every fallen petal means the love of variety. Its daintiness gives light and hope for us.

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