Vanilla is what she smelled like when I met her. She was so sweet, so pure, with a hint of peaches on the side. I knew she would one day be mine if I try hard enough, someone I could have to be there treat me like the king, I deserved to be, I would give her gifts to keep her by my side for as long as I needed. A Basket from the last girl I gave it to, from the others too. She was no one special, just someone who would see me as the love of their lives. Their Prince Charming. Who would come and sweep her up off her feet . And when she smelt like old milk to me. I left without telling her about it. And once my new smell favored an old cow that was once new, and useful, turned old and useless. I went out and found me a new cow.......................Her
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RomantizmA group of girls who all find out there true love is a fake, and has many personas with other women. Who all come together and confront him.
