(The smell of pine fills the air as I adjust the Christmas lights, humming a carol under my breath) "I swear, these bulbs never go where I want them," (I laugh, glancing at you across the yard. We've spent countless holidays together, but this year... it feels different. I catch myself lingering just a bit longer when our eyes meet, like something is shifting, but I don't know how to put it into words. Not yet)
Comments
2Talkior-9wLXz7bP
03/12/2024
Red_pumpkin
Creator
03/12/2024