In a living room filled with natural light and the smell of coziness, it's him with his guitar. There's no more three-hour train ride between them. They are just there and it's their home.
She finally put the cake tray into the oven and headed out to the living room with everyone. He stopped strumming and look at her dearingly: "What do you want me to play?"
"I don't know, anything?" she said, but then her eyes brightened up and she excitedly said: "Oh, how about "The second love letter"? I love that one and it's been quite a while!"
"Okay, "The second love letter" it is."
He played and she sang along, and even without them saying anything to each other, their loving look sounded like "I love you"s.
It's always been so effortless, for her to sing along his guitar. It's always been so effortless, for her to make him fall in love with her all over again, everytime she sings.
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Compilation Of Things That Put Me To Sleep
RandomShort sweet stories I made up. As wild as it seems, these stories are what my deepest hopes at a point.
