miércoles, 21 de octubre de 2015

Dear anyone;

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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