truthand1971

graveyard with some spots where I could hide away from the rain. And it was. Soon enough I found a dry spot, brushed some leaves into a pile and put my blanket on top. That would do for tonight. I sat down, pulled my legs up to my chest and closed my eyes. Without warning the memories came back. His face, so close to mine, his arms around me, his lips on mine. This time I did not fight them. I let them wash over me, cover me like a blanket. It was our first Christmas together. And it had been a disaster so far. My train had been late, David had been waiting for nearly an hour. Rushing from the station to his parents we had no real chance of catching up on our lives. With just fifteen minutes left