At the end of a long and draining day, I just wish I could call you up like I used to in the past, play a trick, tell a lame joke, maybe take on a child's voice, or just listen to your voice. But I can't now, I will never be able to anymore.
if the sky falls on my head while i am chasing butterflies, so be it
every moment, every turning point, every romantic encounter in life, has been marked with a distinct song. our frailties, dreamy encounters and setbacks are always reflected with a soundtrack- a tune which brings us back, a button that allows us to freeze time and playback all those precious moments, good or bad.
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