This is not a love story… This is a story about that thing that only comes once, and then we look for it a lifetime to find it… never again. Words are useless, many or less they are always arid. But tears are like acid, burning holes in the heart. The time was never friendly, it has always passed without them, because there was always something in the way, but it took a while to just realise it was something else… Mistakes are all they made, every step, every choice, every way they took, it led them to here and now… in an empty room where she and him were smiling from an old photo…
*I'm not very good with coloring, LOL.
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