Only she gave him Goosebumps

A blue sky, faded clouds decorate its edges. Pine trees puncture, reaching for the limits. Much like us, they're always reaching. The porch underneath him warmed his exposed skin. His heart ached, that invisible ache. The breeze smelled of her, his hand missed hers; She'd never be there, no matter how far his eyes reached... Continue Reading →

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