When your hand brushes against mine, when our fingers intertwine, when you lie with me, with my hand around you and your head on my chest, I feel it.
That s p a r k between us that will never die out.
YOU ARE READING
29 Words
Short StoryOne word for every month we've been together. Terri, I love you, but it's time to say goodbye. (Cover by @gnarly-)
