He opened my door, winked, then walked steadily to his car. As the door closed on his back, it took everything not to shout and tell him I loved him.
Month: June 2019
You asked me a year ago why I loved you. I blushed. Then I said something about not having the words for it. Imagine that. A writer lacking the words to explain an emotion. I've thought about it long and hard. Of you, of me, of us. So here's your answer; a year later....this is why I love you.