writing from a perspective of a guy

She held my hand on the way back from sch, her warmth seeping into my cold palm. Hesitant, i glanced up at her. We had never done this before. Trying to assure me, she smiled. My face reddened and embarrassed, i looked down. Her sweet smile always caused me to blush uncontrollably. BOOM! A sudden clap of thunder ( Read more... )

the emotions flow freely, smudging ink on the paper.
they seep through the words, cascading down, down, down.
they stain the page, blurring the lines.