Etiqueta: parting
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Everytime I think of You
In the hush of morning, I trace the rim of your mug and remember the way our hands lingered before letting go. Even after all these years, love is still made of small things.
In the hush of morning, I trace the rim of your mug and remember the way our hands lingered before letting go. Even after all these years, love is still made of small things.