Hiding in the Attic

Journals, diaries, and old love letters, recollections from a long ago me, Pulled form dusty bins hidden in attics, springing into life through fond memory. Read through misty eyes, those words of passion, of desires, worries, joy, death, and sorrow, Expressing our lust and undying love yearning to face what hides in tomorrow. Our eagerness of youth knew no boundaries, as we prepared for love’s journey to start. Though our minds were innocent and naive, you and I have forever shared one heart.