Excerpt from a Book I will Never Write

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April brought pain.
April brought memories of him.
April brought my tear-soaked pillow at 3 am.
April brought nothing but showers.
But May,
May brought you.
May brought your dimpled smile.
May brought our countless dumb conversations at 3 am under the stars.
May brought your hazel eyes which made even the sun stop and look. May brought flowers.
My flower.