The wind in March kissed our faces, and the dragonflies in April touched the lines on the water. We met, got to know each other, and vowed never to be separated again.
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It's like I'm sitting in the bright sunshine now, tapping the keyboard with my cold fingertips to talk about my feelings, but there is a haze in my heart. It's not that I hate them, it makes my heart hurt, it's just that I can't let go of the feelings we had.
Conception: