The night sky was more beautiful than it ever had been, the stars twinkling and reflecting in my eyes. There were no clouds tonight, nothing to hide the sky's true beauty and for that, I was thankful.
Turning my head slightly to the man beside me, I opened my mouth. "You know, I told the stars about you.."
"Oh yeah? Did you tell them about your beauty?"
A smile formed across my lips. I turned my head towards the stars once more.
"No.."
"Did you tell them about your mesmerising eyes and how anyone who looks at you gets lost in them?"
"No.."
"Did you tell them how your hair flies behind you, making you look like an angel?"
"No.."
"Then what did you tell the stars?"
I closed my eyes softly. "I told them how-"
My pen stopped, hovering over the paper, not knowing what to write.
How does one write about love?
I wouldn't know.. I've never been in love..
VOUS LISEZ
Short Stories
NouvellesThese are short stories and quotes that I write when I'm bored or don't want to create a new story with a whole new plot! I hope you like it! {Accepting requests/ideas through comments or messages}
