5pm.
He was holding my favorite flowers, Asters,
Yellow for happiness, Red for faith, Orange for love.
His hazel eyes were shining,
His smile came slowly.
He was the person I knew by heart,
The one person I’d been made for.
We stood there for a few more precious moments.
Everything was passing, yet eternal.
Is this real?
Infatuation.
2018.05.16
Uun B.
May 21, 2019
May 21, 2019 at 3:34 AM UTC
5pm.
He was holding my favorite flowers, Asters,
Yellow for happiness, Red for faith, Orange for love.
His hazel eyes were shining,
His smile came slowly.
He was the person I knew by heart,
The one person I’d been made for.
We stood there for a few more precious moments.
Everything was passing, yet eternal.
Is this real?
Infatuation.
2018.05.16
Uun B.
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