He loves me passionately. He loves me for what I am not. He plays with his aged dreams to catch the one that equals me. He failed at catching and at matching. They fall hitting hard on the solid ground to break into pieces of what I cannot figure out. Stains of red all over him remind me of the bright colored walls of an imagined room, of an imagined home.
For once if we had thought, there would be none as happy as us for we are the happiest couple with no worries in the world.