Could we walk down this street together one last time before I say goodbye? Let's walk around the sharp corner over here and wander past that lonely motorbike parked at the curb, look into that cafe window where we drank each other's tea (and spilled sugar all over the table), and stand on this exact spot underneath the ivy where we first met. I'd like to keep everything just like it is now, if you don't mind, so that I can keep falling in love with you in this memory.
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