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Let’s put all our feelings in a whiskey bottle, let’s bury all our tribulations in vegetable soil and have our fingers crossed we bloom life and happiness. Let’s empty the shallow side of the pool, place camping chairs on the deep side of it, massaging our feet as we move our feet swiftly in the water sharing deep thoughts merely because we aren’t shallow anymore. Let’s both listen to the same song on the radio, let’s play our heartstrings in sync one more time.

With time changing the perspective of time itself, do you vow to keep all your promises we wrote on pieces of paper? We battled writing all that our feelings could’ve put on paper, all that my devotion could’ve given you. If by chance my palm finds ways to tangle its fingers in your hair, if by chance all those lonely strolls lead me your way and if by chance all heart beats that we once ignored given a chance, would you still scribble your love on paper?