❝i've delicately chosen letters to form words and words to form sentences, each sentence a colorful paint stroke on the canvas of my mind.❞ [ #1 in poetry on 27/08/16 ]

Mia's mouth practically dropped open when she saw the familiar face walk through the door way. It was Harry, the boy she'd been crushing on for years. She loved the way he brushed his dark curls out of his face, how his dimples popped out and his green eyes lit up when he smiled. He was perfect to her. But what could she do about her mother falling in love with his dad? *Completed*