Story with Tag: favourite

The Glass of Wine

Now your favourite love songs meant something more,you sung along those lines,you smiled,you blushed,you had dreamy eyes,you were lost in thoughts,you spent most of your day in front of the mirror,j (Reads: 27)

He’d come back!

I bent down to open it. I didn’t struggle much for I was already falling. Drowning in my own tears. Every time I took out something, I heard his voice. (Reads: 173)