I can't exactly remember when I first saw him.
All I remember is his warm chocolate eyes, and the way dimples formed on his cheeks when he smiled.
All I remember is how his face would soften when he would look down at me, for I was so minuscule compared to his giant height.
All I remember is his comforting presence and his masculine scent.
The rest is a blur for me. A fast movement of confusion. Unnecessary information.
And little did you know...
Little did you know that each day, I craved your presence.
I was as lonely as a rose in the desert,
and day by day,
your absence tore a hole through my heart.
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With All My Heart
Teen FictionThis book isn't like the others. It isn't about how a girl falls head over heels over the bad boy. It isn't about a perfect girl with friends and perfectly straight hair. Meet Liyana Belkacem. 15 years old, lives in Britain and suffers from General...
