I still feel you here, and the pity of it is that I know that you are not, and will never go back. the flowers in the fields are more colorful now, and I know that we can never see them together again, I won't ever feel our fingers intertwined, much less your breath after a hot kiss in which I felt every cell in your body. What comes now is the melancholy, their eyes that looked at me reflecting the light of the Moon is still my favorite thing in the world. Why can't you stay a bit longer?
[mon/borntohater]