People say they don't have a type, but they do. Whether it's physical features like the brown eyes of coffee in the morning or the wavy blonde hair as if they've been on the beach all day, we all have a type. I prefer the mysteries. The people who keep something to themselves, slightly hard to get. And once i find it, i feel special and happy and chosen. But the thing about the mystery ones is, once you've found their mystery, they usually don't want to stay to find yours.
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PoetryThis isn't really a story as much as some little paragraphs/poems I've written