Tuesday, June 24, 2014

A Dying Love Story

She held him softly in a waltz pose  and whispered do you remember our first dance? Flashes of their wedding day appeared in their minds,  but she remembered their actual first dance  in the rain he stopped the car to dance with her  simply because she had requested it. She then said I wish we can go back there. Not because he had failed her but  because she had failed him,  or maybe somewhere down their life together  they had failed...
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