NOV 13 -
I enjoyed holding her hand and walking through the decorated shops on a dark stretch of street. The cold wind caressed our backs as we walked. It tickled our stomachs and made us ripple for no reason. That smooth curve on her face was complimenting her creamy brown complexion. Her shinny black hair floated in the air, while her pink skirt jumped back and forth. The dark brown marks of innocence were seen vividly in her sparkling eyes.