It seems like a dream. Or was it a dream that was exceptionally lucid?
She sought to bask in his beautiful essence. She longed for it, she was parched. But when she did absorb some of him, the longing grew. The thirst remained unquenched.
She holds on to the memory of his calming presence, the heartwarming conversations, and the comfortable silence punctuated by a wish. The wish for the rain kissed evening to remain etched on her heart till only a fraction of a moment beyond eternity.
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