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March 6- marching to her palace to win her heart back


I stared at the wall, then i looked outside the window,took a long breath but the feeling of my loved didn't disappear so I went out for a walk and it began to rain but I soon realized I was moving in the direction where you stayed, walking that day I saw a lot of sights some made me happy but then just some made me sigh, I was going back to see her, been trying to take my time because i was afraid of what I might find on the other side .The rain had passed as the evening sky turned to night and stars began to fill the moon-lit sky ,i was walking at my own slow pace as a lot was going in my weary mind,i knew she even might hate my guts to show up at her door after all this time,i thought would she even let me in and after having all these second thoughts i thought about returning back but the very moment a lightning struck and I realized today was the day I might as well give it a try and not just turn back like the last time so with a new shine in my eyes i ran the remaining distance to her place to find myself in her eyes. The moment I saw her ,I kissed her once then waited a while for her reply and seeing her smile I didnt have to think twice about giving us a second try.
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