Jameson
When we were done packing the clothes in my dresser, we proceeded to pack both of our clothes that were hanging in the closet. While we were doing that, I couldn’t stop glancing at my Savannah and wondering what was going through her mind at that moment.
Clearly, she kept getting lost in thought, and I could tell there was something troubling her, but I didn’t want to pry. It was important that she feel free to open up to me about anything on her own terms. After not being able to do that with anybody, I knew it was gonna take time for her to feel comfortable talking about certain things.
Halfway through packing up the closet, I noticed a tear rolling down her cheek, so I took it upon myself to find a way to cheer Savannah up. Knowing how much she enjoyed me hold
