Valentines

Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
Chel is mine,
Now go away, shoo.

Speaking on the phone with her.................... Hearing a sad voice whisper through the phone as she sat by the stairwell sobbing, trying not to he seen or heard. That was yesterday...

Love is self-sacrifice. Heartfelt sadness then spreads.

I love you. Don't cry anymore.

Dessert

A sweet cold cup of dessert sits in front of me while the droplets of water quickly condense on it. Here I am sitting down on the chair with her. And I'm losing control.