I guess I ought to start at the beginning, the first time I laid my eyes upon her.
Amidst a crowd of unfamiliar faces she stood out. You'd think there'd be a reason like a unique physical feature that drew me to her... but it wasn't that. The moment our eyes met I was overcome with homesickness, but not for a home. For her. Like nothing mattered up until the moment we met. My life started only now. And fuck I had a real storm coming
Her gaze was like the colour pink
And the smell of freshly cut grass
Something so warm and comfortable that the moment I felt it I never wanted to let it go
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Windows
RomanceEyes really are the window to the soul. As we lay, face to face, noses pressed lightly against one another,I felt every ounce of pain she'd ever harboured.
