SATURDAY
I'm on my way to you now.
My palms are slick despite the cold, dry air.
As I walk up the side of the shop, I see you sitting at a table with your hands fidgeting on the table.
I almost stopped to look at you because you looked so picturesque.
But I didn't.
I kept walking.
And as I stepped into the coffee shop and the smell of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods filled my nostrils, you looked up and our eyes locked.
For some reason I couldn't look away.
I didn't want to.
I sat down across from you and smiled.
You smiled back and I almost fell off the small chair.
Your smiles are breathtaking.
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)
