bye love… Unspoken… Sweet kisses for daddie… Reminiscent of the times when the connection of lovers lips signified shared souls… Loving glances over our shoulders… Memories being created in the permanent safehold of our hearts… Knowing they are necessary… Refusing to believe they won’t be misplaced and eventually replaced…. silent vows of ownership of the most important valve in the others viscus… synchronized heartbeats… adios… We will meet again… See you later… Later doesn’t always come… So instead… Easy… I love you purp…. Viola Monroe
Purple nights cause black days….
