Dear Veronica,
What do I do?
She's omnipresent, hiding in the trees and dancing in the clouds. She makes an appearance in my mid-class masterpieces and my wildest dreams. I lose a little but more of myself each time I see her. I cannot even fathom how much I ardently love her and admire her. She has captured me, with the sway of her hip and the curve of her lips. She is my drug. I know it's bad for me, yet I keep clinging onto it. I cannot help it; she lingers everywhere, even though she's long gone. She's the smoke, easy to see, hard to catch and I'm the ice: I annihilate myself – a little heat is all it takes.
What do I do?
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Parallel
RomanceHave you ever loved a person who you knew you couldn't have but the smallest flicker of hope lived on anyway? ________________________ ________________________ Parallel is the story of two stories which run parallel to each other - a beautiful, for...
