She would sit atop that hill everyday, waiting for you. Somedays, be it minutes, be it days, be it months she waited. Truly a treasure, someone you could never disappoint, love like a moth to a flame.
She waited
There came rain, there came summer, there came strong winter, there came lighting, there came thunder, there came death.
She waited
Rumours: she wept uncontrollably at night, many heard her quiet, snoozing weeping; when they went to console, she...