My Happy Marriage.

The cherry blossoms is cascaded, surrounding me and my broken heart. In the rain of dancing petals, I cried, always alone. The gentle warmth of sun in the spring, summer’s light thought the trees, the bright glow of autumn through cloudy skies, the morning sun on winter’s snow…No trace of light ever found it’s way to me. Happiness felt like cruelty, always beyond my reach. Every brief hope would vanish before my eyes. It all felt so meaningless…

act 1: the meeting.