With the late autumn leaves, he glowed. I sighed.
I was trying to keep a smile on, to not let the recent tear us apart.. But it was hard work. It was like we skipped all the beautiful stuff and…
“last name’s Winterr. I love the color grey. Ever since I was three and had a grey pet rock. My fav-”
“Wait, wait. You had a pet rock?!” he interrupted. He laughed-really loud. And so I had to laugh too.
“I was saying,” but got distracted again as he was still laughing. “I was three!!”
“Okay, I’ll be polite now,” he apologized.I threw him a dirty look, a smile not far behind.
“I have horrible taste in music. So most of the time I just end up listening to people and nature around me.” I explained.
He squeezed my hand.
“And my most embarressing moment was when I walked in the mall for hours with tp on my shoe.” I frowned, remembering how mad I was after someone finally told me.
He went behind me and put his hands in my front pockets, and started kissing my cropped black hair. “tellmemore”