My love

B + A

as if time never passed, as if the rivers did not flow, Bartholomewl waited, and he waited, and he waited. He sat and his chest rose and sank and the world was chasing around him but he waited. What he waited for only he could no but by the look in his chestnut eyes the wait seemed all but hated. The movement of his chest played along it's steady tune but the breaths soon stopped, for Bartholomewl's eyes had laid upon the man that cursed him whenever his eyelids shut. Yes he had been waiting 4 days and 3 moons listening to the pitter patter of water dripping from the edge of a leaf hitting the cold gravel under his feet , that could drive any man mad! But oh, when his eyes fell onto his glorious Alexander , so beautiful the angels surely do weep. " why are you so far my love, like the sun I look upon you shining so bright but I can never touch because my fingers surely may burn. Oh! For how I yearn  , for just a turn,of your love but i never learn!for how could you love someone like me when your like you." Bartholomewl fell into the wet grass next to the road that he quickly sauntered down and day dreamed about how life could be if only he was loved by the. and he laid until he was rudely awakened by a tapping, and he tried to ignore but the tapping started to bore into his head and he soon grew sore and his eyes awoke. He then had no time to speak because the world was so bleak compared to the beauty that laid their glorious eyes on him in his sleep. there was no words only blank stares to be shared for bartholomewl's  bottom half was wet but his top half spared because the masterpiece in front of him had an umbrella that he so thankfully shared. " Bartholomewl what are you doing lying out in the rain? I'm sorry to bother , you looked so peaceful before I came." Alexander just smiled his glorious smile that somehow made perfection seem so wrong.  Bartholomewl just stared not in despair but in just surprised the boy cared. " I'm sorry Alexander i'll be on my way." He scrambled and almost ran away but it seemed poor Alexander wanted him to stay , because before B could flee a hand flew around his wrist. They shared eye contact for some time a while after that act, but no one spoke no chest rose. no chest sank. just stares being shared for one boy to another. they suddenly Alexander peered away . Bartholomewl took this as a sign to run, and run he did. oh how he ran. he ran until his feet burned.he ran until the ground was a blur. he ran until he could't possibly hear the pitter patter of the rain, but soon he fell; his legs could no longer hold the soul that had so little hope. he laid down with teary eyes , but the tears would not fall. for how could they when they had no balcony from which his tears could fall from. and there Bartholomewl laid until the tears made his eyes heavy and they inevitably shut and were sealed by the love of his beauteous peach that he did reek of.