Loneliness
Days like April are over. It happened just like that. Like a swift of the wind. Like a train passing through a tunnel, whoooooosh... It ends so fast. I wonder what will happen next April. Will such tragedy repeat once again like that last time? Aprils had become a traumatic tragedy to me now. After Mother passed away the first of April years ago, it had become a bad omen. Just like April, like a dream, she was gone. Whoooooooosh. Gone. And that went too fast. *** Since that particular day in April, I just feel constantly inept. No one would tell me now what to do if I ever fall in love with some boy or give me any advice in case someone tries to seek after me. Mother was the one who always tells me those wonderful things and stories about love. One of them was how she first met F
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