Dear February
11:14 pm I sat down under the deem light to write this tragic idyll My speech halts in love matters It's foreign nature may be the cause Love grasp drove
She hasn't replied my DM! ...yet. I shot my shot but I guess, I misfired, Now my mind is filled with regrets. Maybe I need to rephrase or perhaps, expatiate.
Here we are! The last day of the shortest and second most anticipated month of the year (after December). For those who went in with intentions of finding the ’one’.
"Hey Honey" I said with my just-waking-up voice. "Yes dear?" My new found love replied, also in a sleepy voice. I smiled, totally content at hearing that angelic voice. Ah,