I will let the folds on your bed-sheets stay. I will leave them the way they are, until they become creases. I won't empty the ash tray ever. The imprints of your lips on the cup from your last sip, is a thing I would never part from. I will cage your smells in this room, for the years to come. Your voice, your hmmm's and ohh's, forever.
Your touch, our dreams, the castles we built, I swear, I will keep them safe. Until the day, you come back to me. To continue my life from where you had abruptly paused it. To pick me up again from where you had abandoned me. To love me again. To make my story come true.
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