Hei.
And again, back to my dry days. And it’s okey to just start talking to John. I can stop blaming myself. I use to hide away my longing.
Too much rain in this term, but, I am aware it’s not a clement monsoon to ask too much. It’s too hard for me. You know, rain is not like prayers or their answer. And I can’t write your name on my wall with these woes. So, make a vouw, you become an elegant piece in my scene.
I just want a simplest understanding from our conversations. And it’s you.
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