what if love walks back to be confined in a letter, that may turn pale with time but the words imprinted remain as it was.......... She left me with her memories, but how shall I scream my every breath belongs to her? He watched me walking away slipping from the grip of his eyes and clutching the hands of our daughter, the sign of our love the lone witness of how we both faltered in standing beside each other and consequently failed her. let's have a take on MaAn from both POVs and how the separation leads them toward a better side
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