Two Years
It's a nice feeling, I have to admit, of knowing that tomorrow morning, someone will be there to kiss you tenderly on your forehead and welcome the day with you. It's nice to know that on autumn days, someone will be there to cover your cold fingers with his own, to rub nipped noses together. We could've been completely different people without each other; we both admit that. Walking with each other, hand in hand, down the sun-streaked lanes of College Avenue-- we smile at each other, deep in contentment.
So as the leaves blush with autumn's caress, we keep walking, dreaming with each other. We dream of two falls past when we were still tenderlings, and the dream was as fragile as a soap bubble. We dream of future Things, of more places to go together and more things to see.
I love him still, very much.
So as the leaves blush with autumn's caress, we keep walking, dreaming with each other. We dream of two falls past when we were still tenderlings, and the dream was as fragile as a soap bubble. We dream of future Things, of more places to go together and more things to see.
I love him still, very much.