Arson
Facing the month to follow without you is like facing starvation smilingly. I don’t really have a choice, and it’s not like I have a place where I can steal some bread. Waking up without you by my side is one of the most difficult things. Well, at least the bed is large enough to roll from one side to the other without anybody getting in the way, though I wish that could be you. Spring is here, you are not.
