With her, there is love that comes in all shapes, sizes and temperaments.
Do you still remember the last time we talked? It was when autumnal tints and late summer sun seemed to merge and gave the impression of being suspended between seasons. I told you:
YOU BLOCKED ME A LONG, LONG TIME AGO. But why? Why are you still lingering behind me?
Why do you keep following me like my own shadow on the broad daylight?
“Do me just one favor, please give him the love I can no longer save” -Bea C. Pilotin