f which none of it is good, has knocked him out tired last night. If you think back at that small kiss we share, my body tingles with pl
minutes. So I am now jumping up and down on his bed, trying to annoy him to get up. I
ome! You are
gely. He most definitely is thinking, why is this woman
morning. "What's g
rt at throwing it at him. I only
is thi
n your underwear. P
you kn
en it once or tw
ing. But this b
ay out, I grab the picnic basket I packed earlier this morning. I can
icnic at five
that ob
es with warmth. He is going to make some girl very happy one day. Since that kiss, I have seen all these other things about him. And it makes me very sad that I will not be the one that he will share those things with. I just
re we go
are going to love i
rds are waking the morning with their songs. The river is bubbling in the backg
sands of pink and white blossoms everywhere. Right In the middle is a giant tree. It looks old, bu
earth did yo
eping; I had
to me and pulls me close while we watch the sun rises up in the sky. I just cannot help to th
en, we thought that we had all the time in the world. Our visits were not frequent; most of our time was spent inside. We said the world could wait; there is always tomorrow. The fact i
that I do not wish to take regret to my death bed, and maybe I will be selfish to tell him because I will be doing it
asti
, sw
t I am going to
ould th
being i
never been
o be truly loved. Well, I think I
ou say
s real or if it is ju
is lungs. Did I just see sadness creep into his eyes? Maybe it wa
ve in finding love in th
is supposed to find you, it w
me of rational thing has long time gone. And as he watches me struggle w
we don't know what's going to happ
ut
, don't wait. Don't
it might be too late, but at least when I go, I will have no regrets. So I take my phone from the b
number. The
as not gotten the idea; the more it rings, the more that smile grows on
I thought you are dialing
you are so dumb.
his arms and squeezes me so tight. He p
umb, but I kn
is too late. I would never have thought that he actually felt the same way about me,
day under the tree. And as night comes, we find ourselves watching some g