I felt like this about him this morning and didn’t bother to give second thought about not writing.

Part two of a story I’ve been playing around with.

More dialogue than I wanted, but I needed to get some stuff out.

Poem.

A dance on lips…

We love it…

Just a little story I decided to make.

You tried to hide your defeat.

Things will work out one day.

You made me smile again.

You really changed things for me.