Once upon a time, autumn was my best season; I loved it so much, full of climate change and excitement, and especially with you and being in your warm embrace. But now everything has changed, nothing is the same as before; I still remember that day, the morning of a sharp fall, the dew still lingering on the grass as if it were trying to talk to me, looking at me, and Is warning me. If our time were limited, I would spend most of that time with you in your arms.
My days, your smiles, and the times filled with kind touches. If only the details of these crack sizes would allow us to establish deeper connections in our day. I always thought of myself as a whole bright person, full of love and giving others a chance to hope. And just like that, nothing would stay the same. I always understood the meaning of need in my life, but not until I lost you. I started to feel an eternal pain the moment I lost you. More specifically and subtly, I miss you so much when I think of you. But, what do I do now?
Unexpectedly, the doctor said, he just let my heart crash like an object sent down a mountain. I have never felt such instability inside before. My life was vibrating in your vibration, flooded with deep colors of red, pink, and white petals of roses. How do I describe it? And now, I'm stuck with my pains and sufferings, learning how to grow old by myself.
Ma'am, are you going to stop? Says the young bartender. "Don't call me ma'am," I said lazily, sipping the last few drops of my fifth dry glass. "Sorry, madam?" I asked the bartender curiously as if he were now walking on an eggshell. "I'm only five years older than you. It's not even that old, and my name isn't just for me," I replied, a little stunned. To him, I was just another bitter woman waiting for the effects of the non-existence of alcohol to dissipate. But for me, alcohol was the only thing that could make me feel my existence once more.
His face lit up with curiosity, but I was tired and cold. "I hope you're not going home tonight in this condition. Can I take you to your house if you want?" he said. Courageously, I quickly insisted, "No, no, thank you. " What I gave after that, and much more than I expected. But our exchange did not last more than a second. I finally reached home. And unknowingly, we fell asleep in our white sheets.
And I woke up in the soft bright light of dawn, my favorite time of the day, continually reflecting the beauty of a new beginning. And suddenly, at the sound of the doorbell, my thoughts were interrupted. "Who came to my door this time?" I whispered to myself.
