"Can I kiss you?"
The words I should've said back then. When it was us. We were there. In front of each other. It was night out, the cold didn't bother us too much anymore. It was getting warmer. We wasn't alone. My hands in yours. I wanted... I wanted to. Just once. If ever.
You probably wouldn't of let me. But I should've asked anyway. No harm in asking. I couldn't bring myself to do it. Kicking and screaming in my mind back and forth. I should've asked, I could've asked. But I didn't.
"Can I kiss you?"
ESTÁS LEYENDO
A suspiciously odd amount of Short Stories.
De TodoHere's some stories that are small, may not have a beginning. May not have an ending. But they are what they are. Deal with it I guess. "//" - Super short writing bits. ">><<" - Short Stories.
