It's been a week since I last held chicken in my arms. And it still amazes me that I can still remember the completeness, the unbroken quality of my life when we were together.
Remembering the seven days I was with him makes me feel sad. Well, not really sad. It's a kind of longing. Because seven days is just too fast and gone.
Remembering the seven days I was with him makes me feel sad. Well, not really sad. It's a kind of longing. Because seven days is just too fast and gone.
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