A story like that ~Miss A It's been a long time, since I read love stories, Stories, that went like, "He was known for being the most handsome one has seen", "And she was the one who never fell for looks, found it the most unhappening". And whatever that meant to each other, Would dissolve once they catch them eyes. But oh, did these stories really exist? Or should I write one for the community service? Service from deep within, that catches the gist of the utmost pain, Pain, worst of it's kind, like decaying, Just because of being away, Uncanny, yet in a way that touches. A story where you find pink in pastels, over ivory skin, A demeanor, all lit with it, eyes glittering in mist, And not just her, it's him too, pink and flushed in my story, I pretty much don't like the one sided thing like story. A story set in the month of Avril, hung a little by spring, Spring, a vista portraying summer flowers blooming in the mid breese, Not those fancy dress