In 1892, two people snuck a kiss behind the linen drape falling, shielding them from public eye. People walk by warm golden light in the cerulean shadowed night. Hidden from the public eye. There is a certain darkness about hidden love. Driven by the chase, a fiery spark ignites. However, a false start with finally landing the catch leaves both empty and cold.
I know one thing to be true. Never hide love. It’ll do more harm than good. A proven fact. Love isn’t meant to be in the dark. It’s meant to be in the light.
…and with that, goodnight.