True love longs

Waits patiently for reunion

Knows it is immortal

Knows that every mountain, and cavern, and forest and sea will try to snuff out its light

Chooses to be anyways.

– soo



Seasons mean nothing in Chicago 

The groundhog and weather man call this spring. 

The department store windows gleam with the fashions of warmer weather. 

It is April. 

Students across the country are planning for proms and spring breaks, 

But it is cold tonight 

Not chillingly

Not enough to freeze your toes and fingers, 

But just enough to leave you longing

 To remind you that life is better with someone warm by your side

– soo