Without turning his head, Mark keeps his eyes closed facing the wall. “I can feel your gaze piercing my nape. Sleep.” Silence... until two minutes pass.

I can't really describe the way I feel about you... there're just not enough words. I can try though, saying ' you're like butterlfies in my stomach' or 'the warmth wave everyone needs when it's cold outside'; even, 'the sunshine of my dark and gloomy days'. But they feel like something ethereal, something that doesn't truly matter. Because words are gone with the wind, leaving behind the memories

Strange. I barely know you.  But yet I feel deeply connected to you. Crav