Henry
He rarely smiled because he was too busy thinking, planning, working. When she introduced him to the rare Sunday breeze, popcorn fights and walking aimlessly, he began to smile more often. She had slowly shed off the tough shell he always donned, eased his mind from the clock’s ticking. He discovered a bounce in his step, and that his belly could really hurt from laughing. He wanted to keep her, his little cheerleader. He just wondered if he has done anything for her the way she has done for him. He wondered if her warmth emanated from her lips as well. He badly wanted to taste the sunshine on her mouth. Read more…