TUESDAY
When I came through the cemetery again, our eyes met almost immediately.
You smiled and I couldn't breathe.
And when you asked how my day was, I almost choked trying to fathom a coherent sentence.
"Good." I muttered.
"I didn't catch your name yesterday." You had said.
"Dakota." I said, seemingly unable to speak more than one word at a time.
"That's a very nice name." You said, and a small smile crept it's way on your beautiful face.
I couldn't get enough of your smiles.
YOU ARE READING
Stones
Romance"My mind is a graveyard and I'm praying for gravediggers." (C O P Y R I G H T © 2 0 1 4)
