You held me in the cold as I was shivering.
You said pretty things.
And we stayed out till 11:45 told our parents lies about where we were and when we'd be home.
Just sitting there in the freezing cold clinging on to each other.
All I could think about was how nice this felt and how yet again the stars weren't out this time.
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This Dying Love
AléatoireLove is dying. Love is hurting. Love is boring. Love is searching for something new. Love is simply love. This book isn't just about love. Its about the good times and the bad times. And everything in between. This is a personal journal at most. D...
