"It is both a blessing and a curse to feel everything so deeply"
You read the words of David Jones in a loving, yet disheartening voice.
We paused
I wondered what it would look like when we found each other, drenched in different shades of feeling.
Weather-resistant is a large feat.
What if I had found the bright-colored sun, and you were still stuck in the rainshower.
I imagine offering you an umbrella
You'd decline
Not because you enjoyed the wet weather, but because it was your birthplace
Melancholy was your native tongue and I wasn't yet fluent in the language.
Eventually, you would find the light again and relish in it.
You looked so **** beautiful when you rejoiced over goodness.
Until that day, we would play house,
Naive and near-sighted.
I think this is why they hate young people.