Some story is shorter than the other. And with him, it started with that glint in his eyes that you saw that night. That you tried to describe..to understand.
There’s some amount of sadness, and some recklessness, and some mischievousness.
But it ended abruptly, before you could understand. Before you're sure.
But somehow you’re fine with that.
The inexplicable acceptance.
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