Brewing Old Times into Honey

The old days had not yet mellowed into sweetness before anger sealed them away in the chest of memory; “I'm sorry” had not yet been spoken before the merciless torrent of time swept it away. The stars in his eyes warmed her entire youth. So what if it rains on a sunny day? She has him by her side. (A little angst is good for the soul, but the sweetness is seriously addictive.)