He nicked named her October.
Eleven times he wrote her a letter. Not knowing that she’d ever read what he wrote.

BUT he still kept writing her. He didn't know life without her. He didn't want life without her. He loved her dearly. More than he thought, more than he understood. More than she understood.

His laugh made her smile. Her smile warmed his heart. Her touch comforts his mind. It didn't matter her wrongs, his Love for her was blind. When in pain he just wants to be near her. Although at times he feared her.

At times he ran his fingers through her hair as she slept. As she slept he kissed her, as he kissed her, he stared at her. As he stared at her, he kept asking himself if this would really work.

He tries to deny his love for her. But she knew better. And when he saw what he did to her, it changed him, it changed them.

TO BE CONTINUED...