Metro Diaries - A thing called Love by Him

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Pitter patter rain drops created music of their own on the window sill as he stood there letting his thoughts unwind after a long day at work. Rains always reminded him of her. She loved rains. For that matter she loved everything around her. She loved dancing in the rains, jumping in the puddles, , creating soap bubbles in the air, buying balloons, flowers, writing mushy notes, leaving cute voice messages… oh there were so many things he could associate just with her.  She loved life and it was difficult not to love her for, she was love herself. 

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