The cold raindrops dripped and slid across her face as we kissed away.
Her breath was warm compared to the freezing air that surrounded us, created by the spring downpour.
We broke from our sensual smooch and looked at eachothers eyes, her eyes were a beautiful colour to me, but to most it was just brown.
My eyes to her were green.
I cant describe exactly what her eye colour was to me because I'm colourblind but I know it was extremely extrordinary to me.
Her name was Briana, such elegance does it have. It does have a ring to it does it not?
Mine was plain, Daniel, named after a man in the bible, something my mother forces onto me without tiring.
This, girl, Briana. She was the love of my life, and still is, with her beautiful smile and adorable giggle, to her friendly personality and kinkier side, she was mine, and I am eternally greatful.
I don't think much of myself, but I'm sure if you'd ask her she'd write you a book. I don't believe I've ever met a girl like her, and I hope to never lose her.
She is my one and only, no matter if either of us argue, or if either of us make mistakes, she is my baby, to the end of my life.
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Scenarios?
RandomI dunno. Just- random scenarios that i can possibly put into books later..and other random shit that i happen to stuff into this book..
