April Rain Song

when i look back at these memories, frozen in my own mind, as i reminisce the way she moves her hand as she puts away hair from her face, or the way she moves in that sweet candlelight dinner by the beach as we enjoy our mojitos, i can't help but wonder, why on earth did i let her do this?

Why was April the only thing i can play on repeat in my head. What has gotten into me.

And Rubina, you are a gem, but gems are not
made as decor, you are a rose i so want to disentangle from your thorns.

but april is going by too fast, what with all this love you have for me?

Have you loved me? have you lived well?