She wasn't a "Pride and Prejudice" kind of person. She had always preferred Wuthering Heights. A love that withstood the decades, the differences and the marriages to other people. It wasn't as glamorous, but it was stronger. That's the kind of love she wanted. She wanted her very own Heathcliff.
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Musings of a Creative Mind
RandomSometimes I get these overwhelming thoughts that gnaw at me until I put pen to paper and they come out. I don't know where they belong, or which story they are a part of, only that they need to be expressed. This is a collection of these writings u...
