Your smell stained my pillow again.
Your snores rang in my ears.
My head was buried in your chest.
And I've never felt so at peace in my life.
Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 8:27 PM UTC
Your smell stained my pillow again.
Your snores rang in my ears.
My head was buried in your chest.
And I've never felt so at peace in my life.
It's been 3 months, and I don't have to wait any longer.
