Those unperfect sweet date nights every two days when you'd show up with my favourite flower
Those time when I couldn't speak a word but still you would hear my heart and read my eyes and then making me feel the luckiest person on this earth
Always waiting for me without getting tired and making my problems yours
But then once there was a loud thunderstorm
And suddenly it all changed
You stopped making efforts for me
Me reminding you every other day what my favourite flowers are
And you getting mad every other day that I don't speak
You waited for me to confront you and blend with it
And I waited for you to be your old self again
Just like that we stopped
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