So, on this time, where the said “For my dark suit fits me best”, once more, We lay a kisses of sunflowers on the lips of one of the white knights. Then We toke the white knight to a more private place amongst the tall hedges, and lip lock the white knight again and again. Having sunflowers and red roses bloom out of the valves of our heart so fast, yet so gently. Like kind eyes giving our insides butterfly kisses. We felt the rain clouds hanging over us, but the clouds didn’t feel like thunder was upon us, but a soft rain made of years of clouds that held water of what seemed to be centuries of crimson rain water, finally given room to flood. Yet…..the clouds wanted to have rain fall that makes rainbows, instead of hurricane that it’s been holding in for so long. But…..it didn’t rain…. It didn’t rain to avoid sullying the delicate moment between us and our white knight.
