They say distance makes the heart grow fonder,
Yet I ponder it.
Maybe that's why I lost the feeling;
Of love.
Or could it be the distance,
Making it fonder.
A dormant kind of fonder,
That's wishing to explode.
She asks me,
Worried.
"đđȘđ„ đ”đ©đŠ đ·đ°đđ€đąđŻđ° đŠđčđ±đđ°đ„đŠ?"