I do not know what my love looks like. But I can only imagine how green her eyes are and how her curled hair looks when she first wakes up. I do not know how she looks but, I can tell you how she sounds, how she smells, the feel of her skin. Everything. When people come to see my love, they are left speechless. That just grows my curiosity of how she looks to the rest of the world. She tells me that one day I will see her, that I will be able to look into her eyes, and that I will be left speechless like everyone else.
My dear Medusa, I cannot wait to look into your eyes.
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Random Writing Pieces
Storie breviSometimes random ideas for books will just pop into my head. So here are just random things I write. If you want one of these passages to become an actual book just comment on whatever one you want and I will do my best. And please nobody take my w...
