You put a smile on my face everytime. I laugh so bright like the glare of the sun when I see you. The warm summer wind gently passes by us while we are holding hands.
The scorching heat is no more unpleasant. The temperature doesn't annoy me. All I see is a beautiful climate where the leaves rustle and the life hustle.
Be my Summer.
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The Language of Love
Short StoryEveryone has a different perception of love and romance. But, at the end of the day, it's not about how, it's about whom. The covers are taken from Pinterest to go with my writing. Each story can be individual Chapter. There might not be a continuat...
