nineteen.
1 min readDec 13, 2019
“I love you,” he’d say.
“How much?” I’d push.
His answer, unchanging;
as many stars in the sky,
grains of sand on every beach,
and freckles across your nose.
“I love you,” he’d say.
“How much?” I’d push.
His answer, unchanging;
as many stars in the sky,
grains of sand on every beach,
and freckles across your nose.