"Do you think we'll stop loving each other one day?" I asked
"No"
He muttered under his breath
"We're not together anymore, we're living our own separate lives" I whispered
"Doesn't mean we're going to stop loving each other right, we we're meant to love one another since we were eight but we're not meant to be together"
He said softly with bitterness in his voice
"C'est la vie" I murmured
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Poems, Prose, Thoughts
PoetryThis is a collection of some Poems, prose, short stories, lines I wrote in the past few months and years about love, friends, life, faith, random thoughts and memories. Like some of the writers, I WAS also in love with a memory, an echo from anoth...
