The memory isn’t real. Nothing еще than a dream but this time Ты really loved me and I felt it so deeply.

We placed my blanket, my stuffed animals, the cakes and чай cups in a row along the grass.

The weather it was perfect and your smile out shined the sun. Ты looked at me lovingly and I dug into my cupcake, the варенье, джем across my lips as I laughed.

The storms they began and Ты packed away all our memories. I begged Ты to let me keep them but Ты refused and threw them away.

The чай party was over and we no longer would sleep under the stars.

I still ask myself why did Ты stop loving me?

I closed my eyes and heard the waves crashing. Please listen I pleaded but your mind was made up and the clouds were chasing us out from this dream.

I still have many shattered pieces of чай cups in my hands and the еще I try to piece them together the еще they break.

Mom, why did Ты stop loving me?