to him,
i don't remember the moment i knew i loved you, but i do remember how i knew i loved you.
no matter what i did, i always seemed to see your face, your smile.
i loved the way you'd look at me as if i were someone worth loving, i loved the feeling of your hands.
you felt just like home to me.
the feeling i felt when our hands were intertwined still haunts me today.
i felt so warm, so safe, so comfortable.
will i ever feel that way again?
without you, i don't think i will.
with love,
c
YOU ARE READING
a story about me (and you)
Короткий рассказ"things she never got to say, things he never got to hear" in which a broken soul writes to the one who used to be her everything
