In his Love, she counted days, minutes seconds even
Some were beautiful, spend in the warmth of his arms without a care in the world
Others were blank like the canvas of her life —that had no colour without him
…anticipating when or if she would see him again.
How slowly time passes when you are waiting for it to bring news of the beloved, and how it gallops away like a horse taking you away from the moments you want to freeze.
Does it know no mercy has it never been in love?
She kept her feelings locked where no one could see, whenever she wanted to relive the time spend with him all she had to do was close her eyes and she would find herself in his arms, thinking about that first glance when their eyes met and how nothing would ever be the same…
She went where he took her.
In his Love, she drifted away 🌊