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'I never want to imagine you with anyone else, because it would hurt too much. Just to think of you coming home to someone that's not me, and falling for her new perfume that she just got, because the other one resembled mine, or rolling over and kissing her goodnight with you soft rose petal lips that would always smell like mint, or the way you would play with her chocolate brown hair before she would fall asleep, where she would lay carelessly in your arms breathing in your scent as her hand would lay on your chest, magic in her fingertips, and whispered all things I wish I could say. I wouldn't dare, because while she'd be doing that I would be laying alone wanting everything she has. But even more wanting you.'

~excerpts from a book I'll never write∞

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