Feb 8
Sometimes you yearn for the simpler days. Back when everything was new, love so fresh and young. Unaware of what is to come. Unaware of the heartbreak and that lingering affection that lays in your heart. Still aching for that man you swore to loathe with a fierceness so strong... the flames die out the moment you remember his touch. His scent. The way he'd used to stare at you, those golden eyes filled with adoration. How his large hands held yours so gently, as if you were as delicate as glass.
All those memories, still precious to you now and more then ever. Never to resist ever thinking... could things have been different? Could your love have been saved? Is there even any hope you may find that sweet, tangible love you so ache for...