She loved his eyes and his lips. She loved the way his hair fell in his face. Then, when he cut his hair, she loved the way he tried to comb it in his face, to hide himself from the world.
She loved his calm, cool voice. And she loved his passion.
He was stubborn, and she loved his hard-headedness. He was brash, and she loved his honesty. He was gentel, and she loved his touch.
When he was unfair, and when he yelled at her, she listened to his voice. The excitement excited her. She loved it when he spoke to her. When he was unreasonable, and was upset with her, she watched his glassy eyes tear. The emotion moved her. She loved knowing he loved her.
When he went away, she wanted go go with him. He wouldn't let her. He loved her, but she was too good, he said. She loved to often, she didn't hate enough. |
Submission Name: She loved...
