He felt the pressure against his back and the heavy scent of dark perfume tickle his nose before he’d even realized exactly who was behind him, and he gave a soft sigh as he leaned his head forward, a light smirk tickling his lips, eyes closing.
I hope you fall in love with someone who thinks your eyes are like the stars on the dead of the night
Brown like the shades of the leaves from Autumn, a vessel that holds the truth and future. 231 more words
For the first week of February this year, I promised myself to focus on work, choose a healthier diet, push myself to a better understandings of Faith, and never again to fall in love or should I say, go back to my old romances. 219 more words