" My breath still catches when he looks at me. I think maybe that was it. He..."
My breath still catches when he looks at me. I think maybe that was it. He always looked at me like he really saw me. Me, the empty woman with half eaten dreams and flaws and desires. And he filled me up.
He looks at me and I blossom, like a flower in the sun.
He looks at me and I blossom, like a flower in the sun.