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by HaPpYcOw Apr 7, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / grieving, loss
We were walking one night, hand in hand. He told me he loved me, I blushed and closed my eyes. The wind blew, like a song, floating through the cold air. His hand slipped from mine, I looked back to him. He was gone, like a breath in the wind.