Time is like sand tossed from your hands. Once it's thrown away, it's gone. Just like the awkward, youthful version of yourself, left behind at the crossroads before adulthood, isn't it?
I love you. That's my business.
You don't have to feel any pressure.
Of course, if you love me too, that would be even better!
This winter is cold, and you came walking in from the wind, painting my world in new colors and opening up new possibilities!
