I walk through the snowy landscape, dancing, with headphones on. The cold wind blows through my hair and makes me shiver. But I was happier than ever. My heart is still beating loudly against my chest when I think of the past event. Unconsciously, I start to grin. He loved me. No, he loves me! It makes me so happy that I feel warm despite the frost. I continue walking through the icy streets, careful not to fall over. As I walk, I press my nose into the scarf to keep it a little bit warm. I close my eyes for a millisecond and immediately I see his face.His face, so beautiful and marked with freckles. His sky-blue eyes that sparkle like the sea. His fluffy black hair that is as soft as silk. And, of course, a silly joke that he says every free minute. I blush slightly and my cheeks take on a pinkish colour. For weeks, my thoughts have only been about this boy who just won't get out of my head. I've liked him ever since I can remember. Ever since kindergarten. Every afternoon we played by a nearby river and threw stones into it.Afterwards, we walked home together. I liked his open and friendly manner even then. And now, 13 years later, he is my boyfriend.I grin to myself and reach the dormitory with damp clothes.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------❤Howdy my petit chickens❤
This is a slightly shorter story, but I hope you enjoyed it anyway. I'm really sorry if you find many spelling mistakes, because my English is not perfect yet ( ._.)
I would be very grateful for any votes or followers, just by the way. You can also always write suggestions in the comments;)
I hope we "see" us in the next part again :)
FunFact: I wrote this short story during a phone call with a friend at 22:30 +_+
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Historia CortaThis is a collection of (short) storys that are about different theme and people. they are mostly in english. Sometimes not quite so short... 😜 new part = wendsday and friday
