After twenty five years of silently loud lashes. One would think we would get used to his ways. But every year they get harder with the lines on his face. They do not become any tender… nor will his heart ever warm up to us.
Fantasies begin in a cold place. Subjected to us by those to whom we look for warmth from. What looks like a smile will soon be clear as being a cold breeze… that soon turns to ice crystals of sparkling white teeth. That’s when you will start seeking the warmth that should rightfully be yours. With a warm hand shake, you reach out. But to your amazement, the heart you seek shuts you out with a blunt swift. You start to question yourself… and ask yourself what crime have you ever committed to have love taken away from you be the ultimate punishment?
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