We walked and came to another spot, a place of tranquil vibes and relaxed air.
We sat down and got ourselves a pint of Guinness for I have never experienced the taste of the popular Irish brew.
It was delightful, to say the least. The smooth bitterness that flowed in my mouth from every sip was luxurious.
"I finally asked her out." Your lips brought her up with a tipsy tongue; the one you were pursuing.
It's still her isn't it, Max?
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Roses and Candles
PoesiaThe letters written for my first. An encounter from a dream that could've been more but never progressed far enough to be a happy ending; A collection of scenes, not enough to create a movie, that's settled in the depths of my beating heart; A stri...
