She was doing her laundry when she received a message from him. She smiled as he read his message:
Truth is, I have many things to do. But in between these things to do, I stare at any free space and think of you. I think of your eyes as they look into mine, as if you are seeing millions of stars and galaxies in them; I think of your lips as they kiss mine, as if you are sucking my soul out of my body and putting it to yours so we can be together in one vessel; and I think of your hands as they explore all of me, as if you are sculpting a statue of Aphrodite.
Others laugh at me for staring into nothing and forgetting the things I have to do, but I tell them I am actually seeing my everything. To others, it may be a waste of time; but to me, it's time well-spent.
And then a picture popped out.
It was him, carrying a bunch of roses, in front of her door.
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Tales of a Girl
Short StoryAt night, she pulls her blanket to herself, takes her pen, and remembers every detail in her life. She had a lot to write about her regrets of the past, her doubts of the present, and her worries for her future. She did not want to think, but she st...
