#38
I am fond of the way.. his eyes look at me, the way he tries to find me in those crowds; the way he holds my waist and pulls me closer everyday.. as if all of this is eternal.
~ excerpts from a book I will never write.
(39 words.. sorry tho)🙁
#39
The way he looks into my eyes, seems like he has known me since forever.
~ Excerpts from a book which doesn't exist.
#40 (INT)
As her love ended,
His had just begun.
They were painfully unaware of how she was his answer as he was hers.
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Terribly Tiny Tales
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