The rain slid across the window as I slid my head down his shoulder as he nuzzled my cheek, threading his fingers through my hair. "Thank you." I whispered. I felt him smile, though I didn't see it. "That's what I'm here for." I relaxed in his arms when he whispered sweet nothings to soothe me. My eyelids felt heavy and finally, the grip released from his hand to mine went limp, only to just miss the three words he murmured under his breath.
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This is dedicated to my TT [Triple Tool]. Haha, it's an inside joke don't worry about it. But I this is sort of a incomplete thought of giving my thanks. Thanks, TT for being with me thick and thin [:
xx,
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Imcomplete Thoughts
PoetryA bunch of paragraphs, as if a short story, but not actually. I don't know how to word this catagoery, but I think they're imcomplete thoughts. Kinda like Prefaces..