The first time you touched me, your hands felt as if they knew I was already yours.
You captured me then, at the first casual brush of your hand against my thigh.
You are made of casual, yet intentional, movements.
I'd been waiting for you.
For so long.
YOU ARE READING
a patient housewife
RomanceA collection of thoughts from a recent heartbreak. It's short but I hope you can relate in some way. Let me know what you think <3
