Letter to an old friend
It is a rainy evening and I am staring out of the window, the rain splattering on the window panes and the petrichor make my thoughts travel in time and look at how good it feels to live the life we dreamed of; happy that we played in the rain then, and still do. It’s not the journey or the destination, its always the company that counts and I am smiling writing to you, for the warmth, that I got to share my slice of time with someone so strong yet so soft as you and to still be growing on our own but together. Something’s are really better written than said!
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