there's this moment right before a big game when she squeezes my hand and says nothing. just holds on for three seconds and lets go. i've read a thousand love poems and none of them have ever understood that kind of quiet better than she does.
there's this moment right before a big game when she squeezes my hand and says nothing. just holds on for three seconds and lets go. i've read a thousand love poems and none of them have ever understood that kind of quiet better than she does.