Griselda. Comments

GRISELDA.
As everyday I think about her, that I should let it go from my head because it doesn’t make sense to talk about her when she didn’t belong into my life after all.
They say after the storm, everything will be calm as the first time that she meets me but now everything looks the same but I wonder why her memories still affecting my life today?
Beautiful brown eyes that make me feel happy whenever they looked at me when she try to ignore me but I hate my self whenever they cry for the storm that I create when they were blind.
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