Stories by josicuervo

I guess I did it on purpose though...

I'm leaning back against the wall of your shower...

I feel you behind me, your chest against my back.

I see you through the window...

I'm dreaming of butterflies.

I'm a daydreamer.

I smell the soap before I hear the water...

I can feel you crashing behind me.

I know the exact moment you see her.

It'd been three days and still nothing.