Dear, April
It has recently come to my attention that, even though I've sat next to you for months, I do not know anything about you. A few weeks ago, I asked Ms. Johnson what your name is, but person's name doesn't say much about them. So, I decided that I should probably ask you about yourself. I understand that you might find this note a tad bit creepy, so I will share a bit about myself in an effort to make you more comfortable. First of all, my name is Christian, and I am quite fond of the color green. If I could travel anywhere in the world, I would visit England, and I love to play the piano.
Sincerely, Christian
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Diaries of A Lost Angel
FantasiaAs he lay there I found myself paying no attention to the star speckled night sky, because I had found my own constellations in the freckles that dotted his cheeks. I did not search for a star shooting across the sky, instead I searched his eyes for...
