Mikuri-chan18

And though I very well know that storms may come and I will fall I know at the end of the day, I've enjoyed the good times I've had. "Antonio, what're you doing?" It was a simple question you felt compelled to ask, looking at your boyfriend sitting at his desk, his glasses balanced precariously on the bridge of his nose, staring out of the window, as he twirled his pen mindlessly in his right hand, with pursed lips. Hearing your voice, Antonio turned around, and greeted you with a bright smile - one that you always felt compelled to return. "What am I doing? Why...I am writing!" He declared, as if it were some feat. "Yes, but...what are you