Be it a beautiful rainbow, be it plenty of shooting stars, be it a charming lightning.
What was the point of me waiting and hoping. I held it so dear to my heart for 2 years.
You know that I am hurting.
You care and I KNOW that.
BUT what is the point.
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move on baby. in our lives, people come and people go. but the right one stays.
tons of hugs, for you.