I twirled around and then pulled myself in close.... Because even though I liked the wind in my hair, I loved his hands on my waist pulling me in close.
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The Art of Mending A Broken Heart
Short StoryI don't think it's about finding myself as much as it is about remaking myself. I had been this girl for awhile, and then I started changing. Heading in a new direction blindfolded. I think it's time to take the blindfold off and create myself with...
