Large brown eyes stared at him. Stared into his soul.
He looked at her and saw past what everyone had seen. Her hair, that was longer and yet always straightened, blowing in the wind effortlessly.
She was standing before him. In the field . Her eyes were filled with tears. She was wearing a blue maxi dress, that complimented her bulging stomach.
She wanted to take his hand. But it seems that she drifted further apart. He tried to take her hand too, because he couldn't. The earth beneath them was breaking into two.
There was a word in form of a whisper.
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As you all know, I'm writing a new story. This is a story on love (excuse me please, I'm a hopeless romantic) and other things would be brought to light. I hope you enjoy it
With Love,
Enewa
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RomanceLove is anyone. Love is anything. Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous or boastful or proud or rude. It does not demand its own way. It is not irritable, and it keeps no record of being wronged. Love never gives up, never loses faith, is a...
