𝗦𝗘𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗜𝗡,
its them rose tinted cheeks, yeah its them dirt colored eyes. sugar honey iced tea, bumblebee on the scene yeah i'd give up my bakery to have a piece of your pie
𝗢𝗞𝗢𝗞𝗢𝗞𝗢𝗞,
in which a boy from houston dallas enters l...
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⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪
🗓 11•06•24
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LOVE. SOMETHING ELÉONORE NEVER HAD been fortunate with. whether the issue was her, the men she chose, or her busy schedule she couldn't fathom. she tends to attribute it to her schedule, never passing a day without at least three hours of dance plus her frequent travels for competitions, shows, small jobs or family visits, filling up much of her time, making it challenging to sustain a fully committed relationship.
the girl had experienced only three relationships and numerous situation ships, fleeting connections that dissolved quickly upon realizing the constraints on their time together. then the second option, the one she second-least preferred to acknowledge. she sucked in choosing partners. most boys she encountered seemed solely interested in one aspect after a few weeks into the relationship – her physical form. this puzzled her, as she believed she had little to offer in that regard.
dancing since her youth brought both joy and challenges, particularly in ballet, one of her strengths. judges, coaches, and peers in the dance realm favored slender girls with defined abs, a delicate balance between strength and grace. a long neck, a petite head, a short torso paired with long legs, a small waist, and impeccable posture were the criteria. eléonore embodied the epitome of a ballerina, evident in her array of medals, titles, and accolades in ballet.
