I still remember, when you said my eyes wouldn't have a bit of wet in them for you. I wish it did but it didnt. How can I, when all I see and remember of you brings only joy even in the sorrowful moments. Your happy face which facades all the sorrow of yours.
YOU ARE READING
Resonance Of The Shards
General FictionAmongst the infinitesimal possibilities my soul would always search for the way to make you happy.
