you...
your smell... I wasn't supposed to like the way you walked or the way you said my name but I did and it was unbearable I needed to know your favorite color and your favorite song. I needed you to hold my hand, or maybe that's just wishful thinking. just know that I'm filled with the thoughts of you the thoughts of you kissing me when the rain started and possibly when it ends.
maybe you need me too.
YOU ARE READING
the thoughts of love
Romancethe mind of love the mind of two individuals and how their thoughts brought them together
