South Side Slopes SightsI wish I had a hand to hold those cold afternoons, someone to share the beau

South Side Slopes Sights

I wish I had a hand to hold those cold afternoons, someone to share the beautiful view from my third-floor room, a hug to hide my face in when it rained unexpectedly. It’s tiring to describe it all to people, all over again, the same stories, the same once colourful description of a place which stole my heart becomes dull after repeating it so many times. Sometimes I think there’s things I should keep to myself but then again, I have no control over the passion and excitement sometimes I pour over my tales. I think about my old friends I’ve stopped talking with for so long, I wonder if they’re okay, if they remember me. I think that I would save my stories for the ones who could cherish my memories as part of me. I long for so much people the circumstances have taken away from me.