Just Seeing My girl Makes My Day by Anita-Hime, literature
Literature
Just Seeing My girl Makes My Day
Just seeing my girl makes my day
Chapter One:
Ever since we were tiny toddlers I knew I was irrevocably in love with the raven-haired girl I described as my best friend. I yearned for her touch, the soft sensation of her delicate, dainty fingers. I ached for her to call my name from her soft, soothing voice. I craved for her plump cherry red lips to encounter my own. Her compassionate behaviour was something I adored, her hair, brown like healthy, robust trees, her tresses of hair felt like spider's silk, smooth and soft to touch. Her immense coffee coloured eyes sparkled like shimmering gems; her smile generated the area to radiate with gr