The girl wanted to stay a little longer with him. All she wanted to heal his wounds, again and again. If someone dared to insult him that was intolerable for her. She knew all his rights and wrongs, goods and bads. She was charming rays of sun in a sweet winter morning. Her presence used… Continue reading Her
It was the last gift he got from her. Probably the best birthday gift it was for him. Nothing much but all he saw in that scrap book was the hard work, the affection. He felt the way she wanted to make him feel. Also he could smell her in every page of it.… Continue reading Memories. Don’t open..