It was like those love affairs from the old times. We only knew each other through words. Love letters. We've never met and we never will.
Her favourite color was black.
Her favourite animal was a jaguar.
She liked to model, take cute yet dramatic photographs of herself.
She called me amare.
Her favourite band was twenty one pilots
Her favourite song was anathema. Go listen to it.
June 1 2016
July 9 2002
She was anemic
Her soft spot was her grandmom
She admired Angelina Jolie and so did I...we kind of both wanted to fuck that woman.
Her turn on was to grab at her waist and nip the nape of her neck
She was a poet and a damn good one at that
Rose, Clyde, Evangeline
Her scars were beautiful.
She was insecure about her body, for she could not see the beauty it held.
She believed in God.
She had a way with words that could make me melt.
Her voice, God if I could just hear it one last time
She has, I'm pretty sure, three freckles on her neck
Her hair is curly, but she straightens it
She loves chocolate
Friend, Please
She loves me and I hope she knows I love her.
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Her
言情Her voice. Her mind. Her personality. Her beauty. Her humor. Her love. Her. I met you in an odd way. We connected through our love of another. We broke rules and took risks just to reach that feeling of someone else could be there. On the other side...
