Her hair in the sunlight. The soft light hitting them in all the right places. Her rosy cheeks giving way to the most beautiful of smiles.
I hold her hand and she holds it back. Admiration. Love. My beloved, the best of them, of all.
Unspoken words but loud actions give affection equal. We speak no words but love.
We speak and act different loves. But love is an equal language. Some are natives while others their second language.
I connect her forehead with mine softly. Thud. We smile. And look back to our surroundings.
The pinks and yellows melding together in a cacophony yet they are so harsh yet so quiet. The clouds are calming, shapes of many and reflecting the sky.
Brevity is a friend of mine.
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General FictionDrabbles that i made when no bitches (present tense 😔) *cue the sad yeehaw* (tell your mom to give me a call huehuehuehue) Highly recommend listening to classical music when reading (the somber ones) (Mostly just creative writing i'll be honest.)
