I remember us sitting together In the summer glow.
It was the perfect temperature.
So quiet, so still.
It was like everything stopped.
But then it all started again
time moved on.
Summer ended. Autum began.
The temperature now, quite cold.
Like you.
Now there's just pure silence.
What happened? Did you realize what you had done? How can such a good person do such a wrong thing.
YOU ARE READING
This Dying Love
RandomLove is dying. Love is hurting. Love is boring. Love is searching for something new. Love is simply love. This book isn't just about love. Its about the good times and the bad times. And everything in between. This is a personal journal at most. D...
