She stares at the screen reading what she had typed up for him. Sighing, knowing it wasn't enough. She scrolls up to past messages, smiling at who they once were. The incredible hahas
and the first I love yous. It was a story, they were a story. Her eyes flutter close as she remembers,
His touch,
His smile,
His voice.
She missed it all. Her hands dance their way to the keypad, erasing what she had first written and replacing it with a start. She breaths in and clicks send, "no turning back now." she thought. Her heart kindles and her anticipation rises.
11:59 p.m.
Hi.
YOU ARE READING
berceuse
Poetry❝ the lullabies in me are coming from your symphony. ❞ [image on the cover belongs to the artist]
