He is not my knight in shining armor nor a charming prince in a white horse. He is not the hero who saves me from dragons or the man who kisses me to lift a curse. He is not from a fairy tale who only lived in books.
He is my typical guy in gray shirt and jeans. He doesn't save me from anything except from stupid things. He kisses me to shut me up and makes me laugh in tears. But most of all he's in my book and he is also real.
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Written Constellations
PoezjaA constellation of prose, poetry, and verses spun together for a galaxy of love, life, heartache, and hope.
