A beautiful person with warm russet hair that you could get lost in. Beautiful eyes the color of honey when the sunlight hits them, and in the dimness, they're a deep umber. Sometimes, on bad days, Clover might be distant. Then they meet your gaze, and smile at you, and everything is better. They're conflicted and ever-changing, like a kaleidoscopic storm, and they may never know it, but they're more stunning than the Eye of God, than the Northern Lights. Clover is the ultimatum of young love and the inability to let go of that warm, comforting, secure young love.
"Clover and I grow apart sometimes, and their own burdens can tear them from me, but all in all, I'm glad I met them."
by quetzalpretzal February 16, 2024