Laughter.
Laughter fills the house.
My home.
Laughter rings in the ears of all.
Echoing through my sanctuary.
Yes.
Kyle.
Oh Kyle.
Days, trapped in prison, seem to pass by.
Just to look forward to your voice.
Your laughter.
Your talks of rocks and actors and joy.
Oh, what wonder!
His majesties grace, robbed in colors of all all purple as could be.
Life is so much sweeter.
The days seem brighter.
Humor is more lifting.
There is no pain in my heart, as there was before.
There is no ache of longingness.
Loneliness.
Bitterness.
I can watch.
I can talk of.
I can think.
But I shall never hurt as I have before in my life.
Thank you.
To shine on the screen,
do you know what that means?
Oh Kyle.
Thank you.
I can always look forward to your words of nothing.
Nothing.
But insane,
Wonderful,
Mad,
And Bittersweet.
Bedlam.
Tears of ache.
But not ache in my heart.
Ache of stomach.
Breathing grows harder.
Oh, a day without laughter, is a day wasted.
A day with laughter, is worth life itself.
Thank you.
Heart break, yes.
But it has been a thing of the past.
But it has been mended.
I don't have to be afraid of the world.
Or my own shadow.
To know such joy is on Earth, can there be such evil?
Kyle, what elation you have bestowed upon myself.
And the world.
Thank you.
Kyle.
Will you be my Valentine?
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