8 in the morning
My hand is in your hair
The sun is shining brightly outside
I can't say I love the rays of the sun as they touch your skin
None of the rays can even see you
I just love the way my skin feels against yours
YOU ARE READING
To you ✔
Short Story*[COMPLETE]* To you who stole my heart Everyone has a story to tell. That's an understatement. Everyone has STORIES to tell. Let me tell you mine.
