The year we broke up, he was under twenty-four, and she was just over twenty-six.
She thought it was a good thing, but he remembered it for three whole years.
When they met again in the brightly lit city, he lost his youthfulness and worked hard every step of the way, just to bring her back to his side.
"I'm not here to disturb you," he touched her wrist lightly with his fingertips, his eyes filled with paranoia.
"I'm here to take you home."
We go round and round and reunite again. This time, we love each other well and will never be separated.
Intention: Fall in love and get back together again
