Sometimes I think about kissing him, and I think about what he would do. When I see him it's all I think about at times, but I never do anything, because what if there were no sparks? I'd stay a very cold person if we couldn't light a fire together.
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I Was She
Poesía[Complete] A series of poems and short stories tell the sad tale of a breakup, of rejection, and of finding new love. From losing her soulmate to learning to see the world from a different perspective, M.A. Rivers writes down every last feeling that...
