"Will you love me until my last breath?" I asked him while looking at his hazel eyes.
The night was still young, the stars were twinkling above us, and I only have a month to live.
He smiled at me.
"Until isn't suitable. It ends, while my love for you won't," he replied.
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An Introvert's Poems and Prose
PoéziaI troubled uttering and expressing my thoughts to other people. And so it happens that I found hope in writing. It's like a ray of sunshine in an armor that saved my whole bare being from the countless silent battles of life. Thus, I want to share w...
