The Pink Blanket

Haven’t been writing. Kinda missing this though.
The first third of Ramadhan , done.
Less drama. Unintentionally.

Zillions of stories. To write them down, I’m thinking super hard.
Some stories are good to share. Some are not.
Always going back and forth

Burdensome. At times, you know.
I don’t feel like meeting people.
Despise the idea, in some sort.

I miss you.
I really do.
Let’s meet, one day, some day, any day.

Love you.

XOXO

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