Hurricanes couldn’t remove you from my mind. You’re my world and I’m incapable of not loving you.
I feel a little like Wendy Darling. Peering out my window, hoping to be swept off by magic.
Ocean gusts slunk between the trees, who whispered to one another about The Great White Father being home; how everything was back to how it should be.
George opened his heart to fall in love, in the middle of a storm, in the middle of a street, in the middle of a night.