Pure Joy Bonds

Some relationships don't walk into our lives.They pass by,like a breeze that carries the smell of first rain,or a song that only plays when the city sleeps.You don't hold them.You remember them.Softly.Sometimes at 2 a.m.Sometimes when your tea turns cold while talking to the sky.These are stories of those almostOf people who were never quite ours — but never truly left.And if, while reading this, you remember someone...then perhaps, this book found the right hands.