In the serene, crowd-less shores, far from city bustle...
In the forsaken corner of that quaint café...
In the refuge, you sought in solitude...
In the cinemas resonating with our shared laughter...
In the park where my anticipation always lingered...
In the joint where we meandered in conversation...
In the parlour where rituals became our routine...
In the street, we strolled together.
In the spaces, we dreamt of exploring...
Yet, in the midst of these echoing moments, I find myself lingering at our spot across the road.
That's how it goes sometimes when we look back.
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