The bittersweet aftertaste of love is overwhelming. Confusion has been loitering somewhere in between my head and heart for far too long. Time has raced against endurance, yet I withstood more than I thought I would. My fingers run across your chin and swifts your face into your position towards me. I melt into an apt embrace while gazing into your saddened eyes. Swept to the obselete recesses of my mind are the shams of you and her. Here and now, I whisper, "the smiles in your eyes are the prettiest". If this isn't love, what is?

On a lighter note, my hair's really short now!