There were times when her heart had nothing to say at all.
And then he would be there, and she would know it because her stomach would tangle, and her heart would sing.
And she didn't know it, but he loved her the way a person loves traveling.
She was a continent and he desperately wanted the compass; no maps, just free roaming.
He wanted her surprises, and he wanted to learn about every destination, every landmark, all of her history.
He wanted her.
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PoesíaThese lovely things manifest and grow into a garden of insecurities. It was perspective. This collection has been deconstructed! It has been broken down from 33 parts to 21 individual chapters. Many of these are focused entirely on the affections on...
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