We sometimes get a homey feeling from those memories.
Thus, even when our thoughts stray, they eventually return to them.
Every night, I lay in bed and think about the rain, kissing me and making me want him even more.
I had some alone time with him for a few hours, and as those were my days, they were set on fire.
The Season
By imdesireofrain
I want you to spell The Season when you gasp in the end of each inked page. More