Those unending chats, frequent smiles and infinite moments..
Those joyful strolls and sweet memories..
Those serene moments after promises fulfilled..
And the ever so safer budding dreams..
Bliss, it was....
Now, the monosyllables, forgotten smile and momentary moments..
Solitary strides and tearful memories..
Unkept words and 'unpromised' promises..
Unending tears and sleepless nights..
What should I call it..
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