16.06.15.
So, little thing, he and I were
actually doing fairly well
and it felt so good, it was so good,
especially when you finally dare
to call your husband,
your husband.
We didn't fight for a week, accomplishment,
right?
Because we were there for each other, just us, through all and everything,
and God, he got me whipped
like the cream on his warm chocolate at the bonfire outside,
the one we were sitting around at the moment,
and I really needed this, right now,
a good day for once,
- though, he didn't smile yet, not yet -
since, so far, it had seen miserable
from my sight.
Greetings,
H.T.
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Greetings, H.T. | Larry Stylinson
FanfictionLouis handed me a little, blue-wrapped present, smiling in statisfaction and whispering, "Since your last one was full." in my ear. He then walked away, to his proud-looking parents, as I opened it carefully. And there you were, little thi...
