And we danced to the sound of rain knocking on our window, barefooted, me leading.
You said, you hated to dance but gave in to my request, holding me tight, swaying left and right.
I was enjoying, I kept my head onto your shoulder. And now, you were the one leading the dance.
For someone who didn't know how to dance, you caught up pretty fast leaving me surprised.
I looked up, locking my eyes in yours, drinking in the love you held in them.
Rain was never a melancholic metaphor for me... But since you're gone, my eyes would flood while it rained.
I want to be in your arms, love.
I haven't felt peace even once, ever since.
(WC : 113)
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Короткий рассказAnd we leaned in, a smile still playing on my face, a smile still on yours and we kissed ... The sight of your smile was a delight beyond compare... I'm longing for your presence, love.... . . A series of diary entry found by a young girl in her mot...
