"For all of the times you pulled your hand away when I brushed my knuckles up against yours, For all of the times I turned my head when your lips grazed my cheek, I've spent a night staring up at the ceiling wondering why we can't just tuck these antics away. I promise I'd let you kiss me if you'd let me hold your hand." - Haaislinn (via wnq-writers) A collection of short stories dedicated to him.All Rights Reserved