It was like she was glowing. Her cheeks were still rosy and pink. Her lips were still full and voluptuous. Her silky-smooth hair. Her curvaceous frame.. She hadn't aged a bit.
The summer had brought it's warm rendezvous for him. They'd soon fade after the cooler months arrived.
But she never faded.
She was always there through the wintry storms of December all the way through the darling buds of May. Yet, somewhere along the way, he grew tired of her. So he left. Her tears fell on his deaf ears. A river was nothing to be compared to the summation of her pain.
But to see her there, he was struck. Dumbfounded.
Then he thought, "Why did I ever let her go?"
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