She's bitter; cold. He's vibrant; capricious. She's mellow; warm. He's tumultuous; melancholic. The cycle continues.
Little diamonds, gleaming and precious, catch the sunlight and shine. There's nothing like morning dew.
I’m smiling. I’m laughing. I’m living. I will be okay. I’m lying, really. I’m grieving. Image source: Pixabay.com