That old flame,
Dying down a little,
Into an amber glow,
Still there,
Just not,
For show,
And the anticipation,
That used to accompany those days,
Became a familiar warmth,
Has it been a year already?
Time passes by fast,
It seemed like yesterday,
When we still blushed,
As we kissed goodnight.
~Rei Shiori
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