The staple could not hold the poster up for much longer when the window is open and the winds blows through.

Seeing tape can not hold any situation together regardless of how sticky the scene maybe. I

I guess the plot unravels itself, in abundance of bouquets of plastic flowers to give to your love and to tell her, “Our love will never die like these flowers.”

These the tulips signifying our perfect love.

Remember those silky roads we walked with tulip petals falling like rain showers in April with your smile being the sunlight and my hands holding yours like a bond that happily greets another?

I knew you would remember those private times we stood close to the mirror in the bathroom naked in our purest love for each other.