Just we were having a fabulous romantic dinner.
And, she asked me: “When do you think my birthday during this month?”
I replied: “I am sorry, but I have no clue to throw?”
She said: “My birthday is the day when I first met you.”
She said while she was folding the poem paper: “I am folding the paper, but in reality I am folding your poem by my heart.”
Sometimes later...
“Where are you now?
I am at a place of these places that we lived, visited, and had our fantastic moments. Moments blessed by the scent, the core, the meaning of your name.”
I am walking while my eyes are carrying their tears...
All luck After-Q.
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