Before the cross, I confess.
Under the roses, I am intoxicated.
I can't escape her, a mysterious woman from Germany, my lifelong curse, or my blessing.
The amazing first encounter during college established a half-life entanglement. I was timid about leaving everything behind to stay together.
Perhaps, such feelings can only be regarded as memories, because they can only happen once in a lifetime.
Concept: Diversity of love