This is a scheduled post planned to be published at 1744471416000 at 1744471416000
April IS the cruellest month.The cherry blossoms do not make
me cheerful as they used to.
The books you ordered,that arrived recently are gathering dust.I did
not have the heart to flip the
pages without you.
What I miss is your smile on my clumsiness,your comments on
everyday happenings...
I miss your presence.
I miss you.
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