Chai Latte I h.s

We wrote about Love - our sentences caressing each other like Hands on a warm summer night. A Story without an ending, written by a pen that would never run dry. - Michael Faudet

She wrote about the Coffee that was running through her veins and his mesmerizing eyes.

He wrote about his demons and her sweet perfume.

This Story is about two broken souls who found eachother at the wrong time, and pretended that everything was okay.

© chaihlatte