Oh the long years, before I finally found a hero to my novel I thought “what a shame, I wish you had showed up earlier” “No worries, Sweetheart, I’m just in time” did you differ “You can go on, and write our story… I’ll stay for the sequel!” .
Via today’s daily prompt: Loophole Of course, there was a loophole in our story. The difference between us being, I didn’t care, while it drove you crazy…
You don’t have to open your eyes, Love… Our story is writen in Braille on my skin. You just need to whisper to my ear, and my favorite memories are ready for your fingers to visit them, again and again…
Cyranny's Cove 