Black Is The Color Of Night. White

It Was So Nice Just To Live In The Moment, To Enjoy Holding Him So Closely, To Pretend For A Little While That They Were Merely Two Young People In Love And Nothing Else.

A Promise, A Bond, A Joy, A Love For The Ages, For The History Books.…but What Was Love But Pain?

White For Light. White For Love. White For Forever.

Because Love Was Not The Answer To Every Question. Because Real Love Meant Sacrifice. Sometimes Love Means Letting Go.

Stop Your Doubting, My Love. I Knew You Would Find Me. ~jack