Soft Spot

I have been thinking about how to tell this story Those branches and leaves buried deep in my heart grow wantonly in the corners and become thorns that cannot be removed as they grow. After all, the years passed by so quickly that no one mentioned the heartbeat, heartache, struggle and despair that we had. After all, all we can see is a carefree smile, as pure as the sunshine in early summer, leaving no trace behind...