I look out at her, the wind blowing her hair with all its might. Despite the wind blowing her hair in her face, I still found her so abundantly adorable. It was as if every action she did tugged at my heart strings and played a tune only she could play. I wondered several times if I was ever going to get over her, but I decided I could never get over her. She was in my thoughts far too often for that.
She was too much of a good friend for that. She was too much of a lover. She was everything I could ever want in a partner and more. If she wasn't right for me, who would? She grins at me, "Whatcha thinking about?" I smile right back at her, knowing what my words will do to our friendship. "I'm thinking of you."
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Short Stories
القصة القصيرةHere are just little drabbles that I have written! I hope y'all enjoy these little drabbles, I had fun writing them. It currently has 20 parts (First few have titles, the other don't). May be more that's written who knows? WARNING: There is mention...
