Mila
I was young when I fell in love. He was a bright spirit and it wasn't hard to love him.
He had beautiful olive skin, a scattering of freckles across his nose and a dimple on the corner of this mouth. He had soft almond eyes and wild black hair, fiery brown in the morning sun. He had a certain intensity to him, ethereal, almost. And when he smiled, the world seemed to stop right there in its tracks.
But that's not why I loved him.
I loved him because he was bold and unapologetic for the person that he was. He whispered jokes that made people raise their eyebrows and shake their heads. Only, they made me laugh. I loved him because he saw beauty in the world around him and showed me that life was nothing but a fleeting gift. I loved him because he had passion. He felt deeply and loved truly. He was unique, like no one I had ever met before. I loved him because there was kindness in everything that he did.
I loved him because he was everything that he was.
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South of the River
RomanceAn intelligent, wealthy girl whose entire future has been planned by the second. A bright, fiery Romani boy with wild eyes and the wind in his hair. What could go wrong?
