It was in the bleak months of winter when my longing grew to a plateau of a unbearable extent. The sky was cold and gray. The air was chilled and unforgiving. The huge evergreens where covered in a thick layer of ice, a product and a foreboding indication of the harsh winter I was to face. The frost on the limbs of trees reminded me of our times we spent together; we were so close, she and I.
I miss you my Rose.
It was in the bleak months of winter when my longing grew to a plateau of a unbearable extent. The sky was cold and gray. The air was chilled and unforgiving. The huge evergreens where covered in a thick layer of ice, a product and a foreboding indication of the harsh winter I was to face. The frost on the limbs of trees reminded me of our times we spent together; we were so close, she and I.
Fancypantsray 1 month ago
Fantastic.
protolink24 9 months ago