seasons come and go.
people step in,
and out.
such a common doubt,
that mostly remains unasked.
time flies, very fast.
will you remember the food we had?
will you remember the things we did?
will you remember the time we shared?
will you remember, for ten days we were best of friends?
i will..
or at least, i will want to.
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