Bitter sweet

At first his love was like a cup over flowing but like the seasons change we slowly did too. The phone calls stopped and the kisses decreased.
The hugs became weaker and like the sky our feelings faded like the colors in the sky. We both knew it wasn’t working out. Our relationship was as wrinkled as a raisin in the sun. We said our goodbyes like good people do but ever so often I reminisce in the past when our love over flowed and the kisses were plentiful.