It was killing her every-day, the thought of
parting. She would count day after day, every meeting was more intense. The
hugs, the deep kisses and the spark in their eyes when the lay in the night,
thinking about the few days left. The fear of it ending forever. Did distance
confiscate the fear?
There are times when time seems to be an illusion and here is when the fear ends.
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