Every time I see her, my mouth longs for the touch of hers. Just to let her feel this already overflowing love for her. Sometimes it's like her eyes see my love clearly, willing her mouth to just let the words flow. Yet, all I get is silence beside a small smile. Oh, how I love her smile, no matter how big or small. And her eyes, and hair, and the dimples in her cheeks. If only I could just show her they way she appears just to me. Oh, how she'd know my love that flows for her, unlike the words.
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The Love of Two Hearts
Historia CortaThis a short story of a boy and girl who have fallen in love with each other. They speak about their love in alternating chapters, starting with the girl. Please remember this as you read.
