Searching for the Feeling of Love

Even when rain falls, the sky is filled with endless whispers.

Perhaps when I find myself thinking of you without meaning to.

Perhaps when tears spill from my eyes and dampen my cheeks. I smile and turn away, as tears slowly stream from my eyes, mingled with a faint ache.

Youth flows away with the years. What can I do? Time begins to shed its leaves. What can I do?

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Please do not imitate.