I've never liked storms.
They make me so afraid.
Right now I'm on the porch watching as sheets of it blow across the yard, the crack of the lightening making me tense.
As I stand here I begin to imagine.
I imagine what it would be like, me standing out here watching in worry as the clouds begin to swirl.
And you would come out and join me on the porch.
Wrapping your arms around me.
I would lay my head on your chest and focus on your heart beat as your stroke my hair and tell me everything is gonna be okay.
Your warmth would make the storms go away.
Your love could drive away the rain.
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Short Stories Of Love (COMPLETED)
RomantikI may not be able to give all this love to the one who doesn't know I'm here but why let it go to waste when I can let it overflow here?
