I remember our great memories and how we used to make fun of each other. I remember how you loved my smile and color of my black glasses. And how warm your letterman's jacket was and the color of your light green eyes that were as green as a green apple or the grass on a nice hot summer day. The fun we had were even b...
La Douleur Exquise (n.) the heart-wrenching pain of wanting the affection of someone unattainable - When Kaitlin confesses her unrequited love, she faces public humiliation. Little did she know her life would change. For the better or for worse? "I rather be Slapped with the truth than Kissed with a Lie." ~ Kaitlin Ja...