I was watching the light bulb and there you are again –running in my memory lane. We were laughing over a classic movie. You were sick that day so I had to come over. And today I still wish, you’re well and will always be. I missed us. The fun, the mundane and
What sets love apart from what is not? It is when the tired hand still choose to work, or the sleepy eyes pretend that it can, still, stay up for the night. It is when we choose silence than brute words and space while the other thinks. Love, is seeing the good than the bad.