from eden

[methrowrock]

There was a large oak tree, with strong, arching branches that lifted their chins towards the sky, waiting for kisses from the sun. Its leaves fluttered coyly like lashes, and breathed in the sweet, sticky air of summer with a thousand diaphanous nods. It almost always felt like summer, accompanied by the far-echoing giggles of little children,

Comments

[anonymous]

are you in love with your soulmate?

[methrowrock]

I refer to someone as "soulmate", whom I'm immensely fond of, but no, I'm not in love with her.