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When love was only a visitor that meant to stay for a while, but you mistook it as your home…

A love that meant to be felt, but not to be stayed. The hauntingness of the future that never came into existence, and the acceptance of the pain and the remorse as life moves forward, still lives in the corner of the heart to remind the consequences of loving too much. However, there was an odd sense of thankfulness is that she alone carried the weight of this love, so he would never have to suffer as she did.

A love that is like a spring of May, comforting, soothing and blooming through her darkest hours and the love that is like an autumn of September, where the whisper of pasts end, and a new beginning awaits, and a love which freezes the heart, and slipping in the cracks of the memories, that were never created…. because the distance was the quiet villain.