*Sir Writer is online*
SirWriter: I love you.
Seen
SirWriter: I love the feeling of you. The thought of you. The humor of you. I love you.
Seen
SirWriter: I love your.
Seen
SirWriter: I love your soft, black hair. I love your soothing voice. I love your wide smile. I love your.
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SirWriter: I love the thought.
SirWriter: I love the thought of your touch. I love the thought of your taste. I love the thought of your laugh. I love the thought.
SirWriter: I love the way.
SirWriter: I love the way you talk. I love the way you dress. I love the way you giggle. I love the way.
SirWriter: I could go on about my loves and my thoughts, but none of them would compare to you.
Seen
I love you also.
I also love the way you smile, the way you speak, the way you write.
I love the nervous side of you. I love the way you rethink things and always think of the best way. I love the way you bite your nails or tap your fingers or spin your pencil.
I love the embarrassed side of you. I love the way you turn red or the way you glance away.
I love the courageous side of you. The way you never hesitate to help or always keep friends in mind.
I love you.
SirWriter: ...I don't know what to say.
Then say nothing.
SirWriter: Silence speaks louder than words, and right now, I don't want to be loud.
Actions are bigger than words. Will you decide to be small, as well?
SirWriter: I guess not, love. Will you be so brave as to meet me at the coffee shop?
Depends on if you'll be so generous as to pay for the meal.
SirWriter: You've got me tongue tied. Shall we meet under the moonlight?
Did let the moon beest our travelling lamp, for our love shines brightest in the darkness
SirWriter: You were always better at Shakespearean English than me.
Quiet anon, for we art did need elsewhere
SirWriter: Yes, yes...
YOU ARE READING
Short stories!
RandomThis is a writing book, You give me ideas, Unfinished stories, Or just a random word! And I'll write a chapter about it! Updating as soon as I see the request, or randomly if I feel like it.
