Lone-post

And the rain continued its pattering on the windows; sweet melodies exudes, rocking me to sleep.. to slumberland

It was pouring when we cooked our meals.
It was pouring when we ate together.
It was pouring when I played the keyboard.
It was pouring when we left for dinner.
It was pouring when I said goodbye to them all.

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I've learnt to let go.. I've learnt to say goodbye.
I knew you'll be next.. so I won't question why.