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And their are the cold nights where I miss you a little more, my inside crumbles and the heart cries.
And then September to heal it.
God made the month August to break my heart
And for you, a thousand times over I will.
Oh how painful it is to realise how much I love you and to look at your charming eyes just to realise they don't have the love for me anymore
Her world was the colour of petals :
Pale white and pink and softly glowing
-Neil Gaimon, Cinnamon
11/08. Got drenched while coming back home
Never loved rain more than today.