She loved books.
He didn't.
But he loved her so he sat on the cold cement reading her favorite book,
For her, No to her since she no longer could.
The cemetery was empty, but he knew, she was there, listening, as he learned to love the one thing she loved as much as she loved him.
-c
do you guys wna talk if yes answer my question. :>
what's you favorite book?
mine is
"Go bluey Go!"
it's just a child book but I love it it's my comfort book,
what's your favorite music?
what's your favorite food?
what's your favorite drink?
who's' your favorite person?
who's your favorite cousin?
