Love Her Madly
“You are crazy,” She said with a wicked grin.
“Why?” She murmured, stepping closer to me. Her voice was so low, so gentle it felt more like a caress than an actual sound.
“Because, you hurt my feelings. Now you have to kiss it and make it better,” I explained with a childish pout.
She scoffed. “You can’t kiss feelings David.”
“No, but you can kiss my lips and my brain will transfer it to my feelings,” I said innocently.
And then she whacked me with a pillow. “I can’t even with you sometimes.”
Some people drive you crazy. Some people ARE crazy. Some people make you want to punch walls, kick dirt and sing horrendously cheesy love songs. Some people are so beautiful – so sexy –you wonder how you ever went a day in your life without kissing their lips, feeling their skin or just simply touching them. Some people are meant to leave but stay all at once, and give you nothing but everything all the same. Some people simply are, and that’s the sexiest thing they could ever be. Some people are simply Zara.