Cahill
I miss her.
So fucking much.
She's so innocent and beautiful, with the purest heart ever. It's shocking to see that someone like her exists.
I miss her hazel eyes that light up when she's happy. I miss the way she bites down on her bottom lip when she's nervous as hell. I miss the way her heart-shaped lips stretch and give her more of a childish look when she smiles.
It's been less than eight hours since I last saw her, but it feels like eight months. Maybe because we made love last night and she left my bed before I woke up this morning.
Lovemaking was filled with so much passion. To the extent that it felt like a soul-to-soul connection.
Mathilda Nolan.
