I body when you held my hand for the very first time. I sat where we sat, tears falling silently. I gazed upwards towards the heavens, as I watched the planes overhead. I waved at each and every single one, hoping that it was the one that was carrying you away from me. As I raised my hand for one last goodbye, i decided that good-byes aren't our thing. I will just crack the door, leave it open, so someday, you will find your way back to me.
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