Love has gone into strike...

Love letters, I remember then so clearly. One would open carefully a pallid white envelope, only to retrieve the messege from the lived one. I remember those days were the melodies sounded... Well, better than justin. Those days, where a flower pictured anyone's feelings. Nevertheless, the dumb little angel has spouted working. Some argue that it is just a shift of perspective.
I am mad with him; not becauseq what he has done, but because he forgot to give me a partner before he left....