What do you want to be then ?”He crooks a finger under my chin,aiming those mysterious slate blue eyes into mine.”Unforgettable.
—T. Torrest
But reality had other ideas.
All the season pale in comparison to the excitement and freedom of summer.It’s the one time of the year when I can cut loose and feel like a kid again.Before the responsibilities,before the soul crushing...
I’m not me without you.
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