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Apr 2016
We met at the station
Took the train going west
We talked and talked
Until we got off on our stop
We ate at the pub
It was my first time
We went to see the flowers at the shop
And when we went out
You held my hand
We walked and walked
And went to the mall to rest
We got to know each other a little bit better
I still remember the little details; you told me
Like the story of how you got that one scar on your hand
We went to the station
Took the train going east
It was all jokes
Then you kissed me
You kissed me
Again and again
We got off on our stop
My bus has already arrived
You gave me one last kiss
And as we said our goodbyes our hands were still intertwined with each other
We slowly let go
It was the moment i was leaving you
I got on the bus
And i already miss you
4.20.16
Rose Lagran
Written by
Rose Lagran  Toronto
(Toronto)   
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