Our past has not yet passed
A woman can forget anything and everything, except her last moment with her first love. and sometimes, while slow Spring afternoons drag on and rain plays with the newly born grass blades covering them in mud, our soul, drenched in nostalgia, can suddenly remember a man we once adored, the one that first filled with butterflies our heart and with happy occasions our till then empty life, the one we thought we could never live without, and so we feel deeply sad, because though we are fully living... Sign in to see full entry.