bluenina93
Red, gray, and black. My favorite wool sweater sits in my closet taunting me. "I"m not fashionable, but I am comfortable. Please wear me to your math test. I'll provide you with all the answers." "You Lie." I say to it, slipping it off the hanger, "But I love you anyway."
Delicious, warm, mint. I watch my love pace the room as the hot drink slides down my throat. My stomach, and my heart do no share the same mood right now. A contrast of feelings. Like white chocolate, and dark placed into the same truffle.