Q: We kissed in a roundabout way.

Credits to lieveheersbeestje (c) Sleeping beauty

I took down a picture you had of her on your wall. She seemed pleased to carry your gaze, despite the barricade of lenses in between. Who is she, I wonder to hold such grace, in a dress of pretty yellow flowers. The soft curve of her lips, that smile of a mere mortal but is like that of a lone dandelion amidst the green grass that surrounds her. They work to protect her, like how your picture work to preserve her innocence and beauty, keeping her forever away from decay and death. You wouldn't admit it, perhaps you don't know the love she has for you. I have yet to wade in that sea to measure its depth. Its scent permeates through those 4Rs, like the salty whiff we know the ocean sends through the winds in a conch shell. People hide their true intentions, the way we laugh to not cry and give to not be forgotten. They weren't careful to hide traces and those of us with detective instincts need not just a fingerprint to find Eureka.

Long-winded,
Vonnie S.