The moments that I was around you were filled with thoughts like buckets overflowing with visions of the future.
I wanted to hold your hand forever.
I wanted you to want to hold my hand forever.
Max, you made me feel like I was a rose carefully picked by your hands in the garden of a million crimson beauties.
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Roses and Candles
PoetryThe 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...
