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Jan 14
Int: On the bedroom's floor, with phone next to my right ear.

Do you remember,
The day we're sitting here?
We're settling in,
inhaling the air of a beautiful tragedy.
Trying to process,
the good one minute of witnessing love.
It was eleven in the morning,
but it felt like dream.
Silence takes place,
making conversation on its own in our head,
As our lips, shut together.
On your count of four,
I said 'yes'.
It was honestly,
the very first time I felt alive,
For when my love confessed love to me through a phone call. I felt like I was the ****** of a romance film. Little things are little but some of them are unforgettable. And for you, tell him or her that you love them. We only live in a single day, we can't waste any more seconds.

Written by
sunflower  18/F/MY
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