My Diary~(Rosalind)

As the morning sun paints the sky in hues of gold, I find myself cradling the telephone, yearning for the touch of your heavy voice.

It's as if the world holds its breath, waiting for the symphony of your words to fill the air, weaving a tapestry of emotions that only our hearts can understand

If only I had a smidgen of courage today, perhaps I wouldn't have found myself surrendering to the depths of darkness like this.

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Only you are responsible for my unknown feelings.~