It has been a month and 3 days since I last wrote here. Honestly, I had a break from everything. Time to heal, process everything that has happened in past few months. I was going back and forth between those two cities/towns. It was relieving going back on weekly therapy. I used to do that earlier, but now I just did not had time. I feel like a newborn human being. I have been think; I haven't told you much about Adeline. Let's start from her face to her heart. I have mentioned her appearances few times I think. Okay, she is such a smol bean istg. She has cute , puffy cheeks that I love to pinch and they turn red, obviously not because I pinched them. Adeline has strong features, but at the same time I want to cuddle the shit out of her. Her nose is always asking me just to *boop*. Bub has those sky-like eyes that you get lost in them (also her eyebrows look always amazing, how??). Her hair is about shoulder length (it get's shorter), wavy with caramel shade all over layers. And I saved the best, for last: it is her lips. They're a perfect size for me. Most of the time she has dark shade of red lip tint (she looks so pretty with it). She was an artist. She painted, drew, she always had to do something associated with art. We were moth our own artists. We fulfil each other. As you might already know, she loves coffee, specifically black. Bub also plays guitar sometimes. I don't like taking about her body. I don't need to. I know it makes her uncomfortable, me too. She has said she is insecure about her stomach & back. I haven't seen those parts of her. I don't need to. I love her, the way she is. I hope she loves me for me also. Love is beautiful. It's like that summer sun that wakes you up, at first you are annoyed, flustered, but soon after you are happy that sun is shining brighter every day. Love can, in fact is confusing, hurtful, but be happy it has happened. There is o other feeling compared to love.
Daily reminder: Love yourself first. Be kind to yourself. Do what the fuck you want. Don't care about others' opinions. They are not you. You choose what is best for you.

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RomanceThis story is about a teen girl named Emily/Emma. She struggles with finding herself, instead, she finds a girl in a coffee shop.