WHEN THEY LEFT LATE SPRING

Someone ones to fall in love, to find the one and only for himself. He wants to find a man who will love him until the end of time, be with him till their hair turn grey and their skin turn wrinkly.

He wants to find a lover whom he will paint in his own colors, like he does on an untouched Canvas, in the same way he will allow his lover to do so. He longs for a love that will never stop loving him, never betray him, or even looking at someone else other than himself.

But he does not want something that has already been touched by others, painted in colors that were not his. He did not have any interest in something that could be anybody's. He hated the idea of owning something that was previously owned.

If a lover could be owned by someone else other than himself, he did not want it. If it was available to everybody, he did not need it. If it was a lover who was okay with anyone, he would rather jump off a cliff rather than be okay with owning it. He did not wish to become a retirement plan of some brush that had been rolling in the dirt.

He wanted someone who would match his preferences. And if it was off, even by a beat, He was not interested to seek it out.

Looking for that love has left his love life destitute for years.

But that might change when he leaves for a trip. And perhaps this trip will bring a romantic encounter that will add bright colours to his destitute love life, something he did not expect when he crossed oceans for this trip.