#Prompt 168
And so the sun goes down on a beautiful story of love. Or does it. I imagine we carry those we love in our hearts after they're gone. Maybe they carry us with them too.
And perhaps, if we're lucky, we'll see again. Still in love.
Beautiful, thank you Obi
And so the sun goes down on a beautiful story of love. Or does it. I imagine we carry those we love in our hearts after they're gone. Maybe they carry us with them too.
And perhaps, if we're lucky, we'll see again. Still in love.
Beautiful, thank you Obi