He was a treasure. Eyes like jewels and hair the color of gold. Every smile as bright as diamonds.
He was a rarity, and I was surprised that I had the privilege to know him.
His touch was calming, but also made me giggle. The hair on my arms stood up when he placed his hand in mine.
Our cheeks would brush and there was some type of electric pulse that would coarse through the two of us.
The excitement of being around him kept me interested. All I wanted was more and more. For the longest time I didn't think I would get more, but I did.
And I let him swallow me whole.
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A Jumbled Collective
Non-FictionThis is a collective of various journal entries and random pieces.
