There are so many hers in my past. They are all special.
I believe that when time goes by, suffering will be gone and beauty remains.
It takes time. I am no hurry.
After all these years when I look at her face in the same place.
Though we do not talk much since that night. But somehow we know each other.
Like the blood drive thing. And the memories deep inside our head.
There is no pain no more. But something is familiar in the air.
Something pure, something good.
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