( not a lot, just forever, live - adrienne lenker )

you waited for the presence of your lover like a child. well, at least that was how you felt as sat on the counter of your flowershop, legs swinging gently. it was long closed, the passionate orange of the setting sun engulfing it and playing tricks on the meticulously arranged flower bouquets. oh, how you loved ueda.. from that mole on the right side of his neck to his cute, oval-shaped perscription glasses he wore only at home and only when reading a book, you adored him.