A Spring Day
Meeting you felt like the first day of spring. To look into your eyes resembled breathing in crisp morning air as my coffee brewed beside me. I wish falling for you felt the same way. Instead, I drowned with an...
Meeting you felt like the first day of spring. To look into your eyes resembled breathing in crisp morning air as my coffee brewed beside me. I wish falling for you felt the same way. Instead, I drowned with an...
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