"Five months. No touching, no interfering with each other's lives, no , no love."

"Deal."

How easy it was for people to dance over an unstable tray named promise, unafraid of falling from the steep edges and breaking apart. What they were not aware was that their slow dance was intoxicating both of them, making the two people delirious to tighten their grip on each other and finally brought them down together, crashing.

When you make a promise...

When you believe in a promise...

It is a matter of time...

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