She waited for him to come back. Every day she hoped. Sitting on the rocking chair every night, she waited patiently. I wish I could tell you she was talking to the moon at night while waiting but that's not true. The moon didn't really care about their love affair. Neither did the stars and the sun for that matter. She was the only one sitting on that chair, who was left alone to remember... ✒
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