Dear anyone;
I don't get it. I can stop thinking about you.
The last time, I saw you was in the park. Our park.
New York is a big city, and without you... even more so.
The winter it's very very cold. When you hug me, your arms feel like home to me.
Every afternoon, I walk through our park. Do you remember it?
When I remember all the things...
You and me, sitting on the bench. Your hand sitting on my leg. We said everything with a glance.
Now, I remember it all. I remember you. And I remember how happy we were.
I'm crying. I cry when I remember you.
And I forget everything, except you. My only love.
Without you, my life isn't the same.
Please......Come back.
By; Cris García
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