There's a small place under the pine trees out back where the rain cannot reach us. If we run through the storm's tears, it is a beautiful place to wa..
She had never considered the concept of love before. For her, it was something taken for granted, found in chance encounters on the street, brief look..
The wind through the trees reminds me of you. Its subtle maneuvering, so gentle, yet the trees bend to its whim. I live now, in a place with no wind. ..
I don't think we have ever met before, but standing across the street on the steps of the library, surely we have known each other forever. Your blue ..