It’s like opening up a book, with the whole description of how beautiful and pretty the world is, so so eclectic. More like dissolving into the rain - the sounds, the sights, the constant raindrops from the roof, the clapping thunder.
Maybe if you think that we shouldn’t meet in the first place is the good idea, then please elaborate why you keep on seeing me, and reluctant to let me go?
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