THORNS

The only thing i want right now is to see her face one last time. I can feel the nerves starting to take control of me. But all I can do now is wait. Love is nothing but a waiting game. I remember her saying that a life with love will have some thorns but a life empty of love will never have roses. I guess we did learn to accept the faults of each other. I am starting to loose hope that she will come. Did she even get my text? I am starting to doubt myself now. Is it real or is it all a mistake? I looked out the window of the same coffee shop where we used to spend long hours in with hope still in my eyes, and there she is,standing there, as perfect as she is. Her hair framing her perfect face, and that same smile i fell in love with the first time i saw her.

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This is not a copy of any other story but a story completely from our imagination. DONOT COPY please.

Lisa xx
Lusanta ;D