It was a cold winters day and we were sitting outside.
She had my jacket on and I was freezing to death.
She looked over to me and asked:
"Do you love me?"
"Yes."
"Would you give me your heart?"
"I can't."
"Why?" she said, starteled.
"Because it has always been yours, since the moment I met you. I gave you my heart the first time I saw you."
It was a cold winters day and we were sitting outside.
She had my jacket on and I was freezing to death.
She looked over to me and asked:
"Do you love me?"
"Yes."
"Would you give me your heart?"
"I can't."
"Why?" she said, starteled.
"Because it has always been yours, since the moment I met you. I gave you my heart the first time I saw you."
I yearn to learn. As you may have guessed, I quite like writing and dabble in art, so why am I here, on an art site? Because I'm here to learn all I can about everything that I can.