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Things are always changing. People flood into our lives just to be drowned out later and the thoughts that remain after their parting depends entirely on your perspective. It's the memories that remain that count, not the person or material. A mere memory can hold much more meaning than anything in the world so long as it remains true,...

A form of utopia. The calm breeze tickles my skin as if pulling me through the winding lanes and flowered pathways of the village. A blossom tree lies just above us all, using a small hillside on the outskirts of the village as a pedestal. The pale lilac petals blossomed in the sun's radiance but hid in secrecy as it...

Each smile, look and comment takes its toll on my heart and a small string is tugged at each time. This new foreign feeling is one I'd rather not keep but I'm also desperate for. This mere neediness and desperation for his love and attention is both pointless and exhausting for us both. I don't doubt I drive him...