Gray hair. I wanted to be with you till all my hairs were gray. And my small hands would be all wrinkly, and I wouldn't be as noisy and talkative. I would have lost all my youth, my beauty, my strength but I would still have you so it wouldn't matter at all. Because my love for you, would be endless and limitless. Unconditional. For even if you were wrinkly and gray, I would still hold your heart of gold in my hands, and you would hold mine. Because I fell in love with you, your heart and soul. I would be honored to be with you till the day I die.
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Color
Short StoryHe colored me like a rainbow and brought color to my black and white world.
