When she was about to go away I asked.
You live here? I blushed I could imagine my face now.
Yes. College holds me here and.. friends.
You weren't born here... - I tried to keep conversation.
No. I am not American. I breed some bears in my backyard, eh.
she laughed and she was the cutest Canadian I ever met.
ok. I see you around city boy. She tapped my arm, blinked her hazel eyes and went away.
Departing is always deadly when it involves love. Have you ever felt that?
Feeling as you cannot live, breathe, exist anymore.
Feeling as you will never forget it.
Feeling as your only company will be yourself and your painful thoughts.
Feeling as something is missing.
Feeling as you were forced to get down on your knees and cry.
Well, these are the symptoms.
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