In my perspective, love letters come in different forms. Mine comes in stories. These stories are never read and probably will never be read by the people I addressed them to.
In my perspective, love letters come in different forms. Mine comes in stories. These stories are never read and probably will never be read by the people I addressed them to.
"Why the fuck you let him touch you!!!"he growled while punching the wall behind me
'I am so scared right now what if he hit me like my father did to my mother or what if he tried to hurt me more the...