Love sometimes could feel like a mother's curse. That tendinous feeling, that clings unto that poor heart of yours, and never leaves, until it is shattered into a thousand pieces.
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Once upon a time.
Do you remember the first time we spoke? You were as excited as a mother's favorite child, it was lovely, never again have I heard you so excited, and...
Happy Valentine's Day 💕
This is the third time I am re-writing this mail. So I apologize if this mail does not put a wide grin on your face as the previous emails did, or...