Thoughts. Thoughts visited him of last night’s love making, of last week’s candle night dinner, of that pleasant hug, of that rainy day spent together sipping hot coffee. He remembered everything. Her voice. Her way of nagging...
It was Wednesday and there I was, squirming in bed as the clock struck 7. I pretended to sleep when I heard footsteps approaching my door. As the footsteps became more clear, they were accompanied by my...
