i love that story. how i wish it was something nice and simple like that. instead, this is a cowardly, insensitive, inappropriate, immature handling of a real-life situation. and with this, i shall probably lose a dear and trusted friend.
Through the work, quite busy I am.. But the rush of your memories takes me over, and I leave the customers sipping their coffee, and come to the window.. I close my eyes, and its not always joy.. Its mostly pain.. what a world of compromises this is.. why do two hearts have to beat apart..
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