The Colours of Thirty
The Colours of Thirty
I thought hard and finally came to a decision. It’s not the smell or the touch; the thing I miss about us the most is how we could talk about anything under the sun. Our relationship was like fragments of ordinary days, made a little extra with the interminable conversations we had throughout. They were like honey in lemon tea – not necessary but almost always made it better. That one night we…
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