Your hair tangled. It's fall perfectly. Your deep black eyes makes me drown. The edge of your body. The way your hand intertwind with mine. It feels right.
The fact you choose her, hurt me more.
YOU ARE READING
P O V
Casuale"Age is just number right?" he asked. "Perhaps" "You seems not agree. Why so?" again. "It might be number. By that, i mean the age itself. The memories on it, well... it last"
