It is what it is.
She could not love him She was like an old tree that is seen too much and does not want to live a fruitless tree with no life to give that is just waiting for the hatchet to set it free He... he was like a happy stream that with the ocean dreams not knowing that sweet spring water turns bitter in the sea. Though love is usually simple, it was not for these two for Love is greedy too, and she knew... she knew it could fill his sails but like the wind...on a whim, it could also turn them to shreds... Sign in to see full entry.