LeavingHe stood backlitby windows full of winter,a shade thrown over his face.What a waste, I thought.What relief. Votes: 4
I do. I choose you, which is to choose him and the others and to say Everything I was ever told of love was so simple as to be untrue. Let me see for myself what you desire beside me. Let me look it in the face and kiss him. Votes: 1