Pinkittiipisces
PAIN SERIES # 2
"I may be gone, but please let our sweet memories be my gift of love for you, like how the tears of mine drew patterns to make you smile every time you hurt me." I cupped his serious face and trace it slowly until my fingers reach his kissable lips. "Smile, my love. Or else I will not leave you like what you wished me to do." I threatened. "Sorry and thank you, my love. I'll never forget you." - Hillary Zenith
But before I leave him, I made a promise to myself that the Pain of Desiring Him will end at this moment.