The sunset
Let’s talk about love. It’s like the orange in a tropical sunset— you can’t blink, because it will be gone forever. If you do, the sky turns dark blue, and you’ll know it was too late. Love is the sun hiding behind trees. You see it all the time, but it only shows what it really is when it’s about to die. If you stay long enough, you’ll miss the shade that once belonged to you. Love is like that— a sunset that dies again every afternoon. Will you love me again tomorrow night?
