sometimes love is intoxicating.

A warm tear falls and joins the chill raindrops. This storm reminds me of the first time we met. - "need a ride?" "oh, thanks, I'll go walking." "It's pouring! c'mon, I'm not a pers." - I've always loved you. As you were. I wouldn't change anything about you, about your behavior, about your gentlemen's ways, about your strong and bossy nature, about your senseless fears, about your face so perfect. I used to love every second of our time, every centimeter of our cold and close skins, every grain of our sand. I still love you. Wind clears away these tears, as to erase them, but I know that they are here, I can feel them. They scratch my face as if all the homesickness flows from my eyes. They flows hot, warmed up by all the love I still feel for you, after years, forever. - "condolences, jane, it was a good hearted guy" "thank you shepherd. I know." - I tryed to start again, in every way, with all of my strength, with all of my energies, with all of my heart. But I failed. I hope you can understand, now that you rest in peace. Cause I'm still here, in love, with my heart full of tears, heavy like a stone. I'm still in love, but all I heard is nothing.

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