• that_moody_writer 40w

    You can’t overdo things.
    You can be Icarus and fly too close to Sun,
    but only end up burning yourself.
    You know its mutual love when the setting sun sheds its colours, and drops it on the leaves 🍁
    And oh how the leaves return the love, retaining the colours till their very existence ends.
    Such is love. Till death does it apart, only to be born again another day.