I met a boy.
His name is Luca.
And I'm terrified.
He's gorgeous. Dirty blonde hair, deep brown eyes and he has dimples, I see them every time he smiles at me. He makes me laugh and tells me I'm beautiful.
I'm scared.
I'm really fucking scared.
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Short Story#27- flowers 11/21/18 #748- poetry We had this sick fantasy that we could be in love forever. That no one could tear us apart. Well, except ourselves.
