You called me perfect and it scared me.
I fail to find the perfection that you claim I am. But you argue that I’m perfect for you and it scared me. 568 more words
6 months, 1 week
I vividly remember the dream I had last night.
I was walking down a familiar route, the route which would lead me to where my friends hang-out: a stone table with benches. 875 more words
11 months, 3 weeks