One day all of us get separated from each other. We will miss our conversation of everything and nothing and the dreams we had. Days, month and years will pass until this contact becomes rare.
One day, Our children will see our pictures and ask, "who are these people"?
And we will smile with invisible tears because a heart is touched with a strong word and you will say:
"It was them that I had the best days of my life with."
One day, Our children will see our pictures and ask, "who are these people"?
And we will smile with invisible tears because a heart is touched with a strong word and you will say:
"It was them that I had the best days of my life with."
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