She was just a few steps behind him, light finger
tip touches connecting them together, when she stopped short in front
of my window. As she leaned down to smell the white roses that curl over
the iron fence in my front yard, he took a few steps back and wrapped
himself around her from behind, bestowing the simplest, sweetest kiss
on the back of her neck.
And I suddenly had the most perfect picture of last weekend. As an outsider
looking in.
Beautiful.
|
|
|
|