Gatsby did it better than you when he showered his Daisy with undeniable love and compassion. Whilst you try to mend or put together a broken glass. Scattered into tiny pieces everywhere.
You brought me pink lilies and an open conversation. And I once again realise my love for you and your never-ending voice.
I can once again compare you to my favourite romantic novel I deemed to be of great standards. Therefore you are like an intelligent man persuaded and overwhelmed by love. Blinded by your own sight. Called upon by your own might. You are sweet.
YOU ARE READING
The Other Version
Short StoryThis story was written for the future. In hopes and knowledge that a love story would begin this way. Between two contrasting traits but seemingly one soul. The writer embarks on a journey of different occasions feeling a certain way.
