Not again Dear Cupid,
Your tricks wont work anymore,
I am yet to forget the last time we met,
I got used to your lame tricks before.
It was one of those early Sunday mornings; the “gigantic ball of gas” as she liked to call the sun was on its way to take charge for the day. She sat beside the window looking at the morning sky dreaming about the endless realms of nature’s marvel. This was one of those rare occurrences, like Haley’s…