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When it's 1 year!

Yes we ended two months after the perfect relationship but still I'm here, writing things for our happy 1 year. It's painful yet soothing to recall that past which would never be future.
How many of us write good about our past ones? Rare ones... Let me be one—
It was raining heavily and there I was wondering if things would be worsen than they were with the other guys? My plans used to fail with everyone. And this time, it was him. I wanted to meet him. It was going to be the first meeting. I did not dress up too nicely because it was raining and he was supposed to pick me up from outside the colony and I had to walk down that path for him. The rain was beautiful but it was making us seem impossible. I called him—
'Hey love! It's raining and I'm worried how would you come?' I sounded worried thou I wanted him to come anyway while on the other side, he was rather curious and replied 'Baby, I'm already here in my car. I'm worried if you would be able to come?'
These lines were enough to make me rush through the lock and the lift and finally there I was— standing before him eyes in a cute seagreen top paired with blue jeans and ofcourse matching seagreen slippers. I had my hair tied because it was raining and I didn't want them to get wet and irritate me all the way. I jump right into the passenger's seat and threw my bag at the backseat. He looked at me in aw and asked me if it was really so important for me.
'If something's important, let it be yourself.' I said and kissed him on his lips slowly. It was weird to feel now. But I had guts right then. He was taken completely. He was mine and all my broken​ pieces were his. Within no second, we left the place and he took me away from the city... To a really beautiful place...
That's it for now. Happy 1 year love!
Archee

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