My Last Date

It was bloody perfect.

Linden Melvin
Nov 1 · 2 min read

I have always loved looking into his eyes. Those deep, dark eyes. The sort of eyes that make you feel safe, secure, at peace. Eyes that make the world go away and introduce you to a new one entirely. His eyes have always been a refuge and now I need them more than ever.

His smile, though. Don’t even get me started on his smile, though. The way his lips part as if he is about…

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