...as I looked over across the small table that held our coffees and yogurts, Kennedy looked soft and fragile and tender. The dim light made his greens eyes soft and his sliver of a smile so endearing. Strong as he can be, he is so fragile.
The jazz continued to play and the bass line made me feel funny inside. I closed my eyes and let the live
(
Read more... )
Comments 1
Reply
Leave a comment