“There is no grater agony than bearing an untold story inside you…” She knew that something was different the moment she laid her eyes on him and his green pendant

“Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence”

People need to move on right? So did her. But move on isn't that easy, especially when you knew everything went wrong. "This guy…why did I fall for him?” she mumbled and she didn’t notice that someone w

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