keila

"The only thing I'll ever ask of you, you gotta promise not to stop when I say when" When I was little my mom use to say "tell me when" as she poured milk or juice into a glass for me. Some how this now takes on a differnt meaning.......

Uncommonly perfect hands trace impalpable lines from her forehead to cheek. Sun dried strawberry blonde hair rests loosely against the crisp, pale pillow, finger combed away from the softly freckled face. A mouth that turns up at the corners; ever so slightly when just the right word is said. Perfectly shaded lips dawn together by impaired vision that made everything in that moment clear.