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In love with the way you love.
I watch a sunset from a rooftop, the city below buzzing with life, the sky turning from pink to purple to black, stars starting to twinkle.
I keep a few favorite books by my bed—having them close makes me feel safe, like old friends are nearby.
Step by step, the things that are located in their own, which day goes to others, this sense of loss is unexpressible pain.
After you left, those days of tears came. And now only to find that we become unrecognizable because of young, everything is so thin and cool.
Like you may be I was wrong, love you I really changed a lot! Fool, I love you!
What I miss most is a year when the air is free and fresh, distant mountains and cooking smoke, dogs and fields, I sleep for a summer.