Sofia's P.O.V
Music, it ran through my soul as he sang to me, the gentle strums on his father’s old acoustic guitar, his fingertips touching the strings as softly as they'd touched me all night.
"I've waited a hundred years but I'd wait a million more for you, nothing prepared me for the privilege of being yours would do"
I ran my hand through my hair and rolled my head around my neck closing my eyes and remembering his touch, his kiss and his love.
"Your love is my turning page, where only the sweetest words remain. Every kiss is a cursive line, every touch is a redefining phrase"
A breeze blew softly over us as the sun rose behind the restless waves of the rolling sea. I looked at his face, stared into his eyes that all those years ago had made me question my whole future.
"I surre
