past times

Lying here, with my head on your chest, looking at the stars is so out of a story amazing. I love this feeling; I love this night. Your hand is running thru my hair and I’m listening to your heart beat over and over, praying this night never ends. Our hands are interlocked on top of your stomach. Then I can feel you look down to me and you ask “If you could do one thing right now what would it...
July 13th, 2009 at 07:16am