Love is like a flower field.where the flowers bloom every daythat wherever you look, in every which wayyou see thousands of colors, not a sliver of graybut the flowers are the memories of you and that one person younever want to forget. Love is like the night sky.Where it can be so dark thatno oneContinue reading “Love.”
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