He makes me feel alive even though I was once dead to this world.
He makes life bright and colourful a perfect place ; In his arms , my sanctuary.
His smile is my happiness and his soul is a never ending fire of perfection.
How can I describe a boy that was not just a breath of life into my lifeless body but a part of my ever needing soul a part of my life I never knew I desired.
He was my saviour in a baseball cap.
He was my boyfriend and he saved me from depression of my former soul ; my past meant nothing for he was my future and my future was bright just like his forever glowing eyes.
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a saviour in a baseball cap
Romancea short story that describes not all hero's wear capes some are everyday heros that exist only to benefit a lonely existence
