Dear summer,
I know, you're leaving. The chilling breeze, that slightest but obvious essence of winter; everyone is telling me that, you're leaving. And you know what? It's hurting. It's hurting as hell. Each and every year, it does. Is not it been just a few days since you've arrived? I can still see those February days if I close my eyes, when you were preparing to bloom. It feels like yesterday. And now, you're leaving.
I've already started missing you. I know, this year I am going to miss you even more. And I guess, you know the reason too!
I won't ask you to stay. I know, you must leave. Just wanted to tell you, I will be waiting for the month of March...
- The girl who have always loved you.
(Alexa playing "Abhi na jaao chhod kar" in the background)
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