Dear You (to the boy who holds my heart),
Time seems to slow when I'm with you. The music that plays through your radio becomes a low hum; background noise. Your hand radiates in mine, sending small tremors throughout my body. The glow of the dashboard sends a pale ray across your face, and you look like an angel.
I remember the crooked curve of your smile and the way your eyes lit up as we belted the lyrics when our song came on. We drove through the night, and the farther we drove, the closer we became. I watched the way you held the wheel, the alertness in your eyes, and the gentle looks you cast my way. Those eyes, my ocean: a bright sparkling blue that I always found myself lost in. You were ethereal.
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Clinging to Unreachable Stars
RomanceA memoir that centers on the idea of not only living through the seasons of love and life but the self-growth and exploration that comes with change. The book tells the tales of love, heartbreak, despondency and maturation over the course of 5 years...
