..Then the wind cried the shrill sound and it was time for him to go.He was just a mere spark that stayed for an instance, shared himself to wick my candle and another second he was gone--gone far away into a distant land, where he couldn't hold me by the hand or half turn back as I called back to stay.
All that was left for me now is to grieve for the vestige of thoughts of love we once had, the wonderful memoirs of togetherness and his way of showing his love for me and all I can say for those times is - "It was love and it is love with or without you"
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