XOs I have a confession. I'm a hopeless romantic. What's that? You already knew that? Well I'm just saying it one more time for the people in the back. I am a hopeless romantic. I write love letters, I write love songs, I make love playlists. I simply love love, sue me.
"Will you be my girlfriend?" She saw his eyes so vivid. Those beautiful hazel eyes, full of nervousness, apprehensiveness, fright and passion. His eyes were the windows to his soul, and this question bared everything to her. Those eyes scared her.
A million thoughts were running through her head. She couldn't understand. In the blink of an eye, everything changed, everyone changed. She swiped at her tear stained cheeks angrily, she snifled. "Oh great" she muttered. She was getting sick. She listened to the angry roar of the rain outside, peered around her dark cold room… Continue reading A Dying Love (Chapter 2)