I lived, I loved, and I left.
But I did not fall in love with a who,
I fell in love with a what.
A fleeting moment in time,
A feeling, a taste, a smell, a sound.
I fell in love with the little things:
The smile people have around loved ones
The taste of fresh food hitting your tongue
The sound of sweet nothings
The smell of home after a long day
And the sight of new adventures on my doorstep.
I fell in love with the little things.
That I wish everyone else could see.
YOU ARE READING
My Short Stories
Short StoryThese are all the sh*tty short stories I've written over the years. Whether in high school, college, or just a side project. Enjoy witnessing the opposite of a masterpiece being born.
