We walked through the four seasons of love:
“Your smile shines brighter than the stars”, then he tilted my face and kissed my cushioning lips.
Oh baby! Fuck! Baby…
He was hurt; he knew it too well I said it out of my own insecurity.
The atmosphere was like a pair of ill-fitting shoes, go bare feet, or suffer the agony.
We ended our relationship.
Did our love just die?