there are four seasons. all have a million stories.

"let's talk over coffee"

It sucks because you were once mine. I had you.

tertulis lah apa yang ingin ku tulis

Ini kisah ku, dan inisial ku m

a letter, i didn't know any better

"Cross my heart and hope to die, I'll see you with your laughter lines." a boy. a girl. you know the rest. © Valarie Rae, two thousand and fifteen.

"she took his heart and he ran away." // he was just a boy with a crooked smile and a warm heart. and he loved me, but I loved someone else. {short story #228}

she was dark and brooding and everything that made us weary. she surprised us all by bringing us together and showing us how to really live. and then she left us alone to feel nothing but emptiness.

june 8, 1984. how apt.