365

My dear friend,

my parents are divorced. Maybe I should say that. For most times of the year, I'd stay with my mother, through the seasons of summer, winter and autumn. But when spring casted it's pollen and petals, I made my way to my fathers house to spend my entire spring break. It was the only season Dad had time to take care of me. Though, it's not just visiting my father I always look forward to. No, because in his house on in an annexed room lies the the blossoming of my very first love. I don't want to sound deep and complex, but that's what my first love was. The trees would rustle and the wind would blow soft pink petals into the room. I hope while I'm on the train ride to my fathers place, I can tell you the whole story. The story of why and the story of what happened during those springs. Every year. Every spring. Well, almost.

Yours truly,
Kiley.