You laid there in parallel beside me with your sweet smile present.
You were still the same gem.
The brown sweater you wore warded off the early morning breeze.
The charming swoop of your highlighted brown hair mirrored the dance of the green grass that lilted around us.
The spectacles over your hazel eyes reflected little bright flecks from the small, hanging lights attached to the night sky.
The constant whispers of the late night breeze spoke me to peace.
I took a deep satisfying breath and asked, "What's going on, Max?"
YOU ARE READING
Roses and Candles
PuisiThe letters written for my first. An encounter from a dream that could've been more but never progressed far enough to be a happy ending; A collection of scenes, not enough to create a movie, that's settled in the depths of my beating heart; A stri...
