The Courier

The Courier

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Jul 31, 2017
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Romance
Somethings are hard to explain. Some situations are hard to judge. Some moments are hard to forgot. My whole life I waited for a miracle to happen forgetting that many unmarkable miracles are right in front of me like - the unconditional love of a mother, ability to fall in love at first sight, having friends which will give anything for u and "HER". She is like the girl version of me. She always try to ease the situation, when she is nervous she started blabbering, talk about TV shows as it's her own life, literally cry when see someone suffering But behind all these there is also a BROKEN girl, and may be I am one of the reasons may be I am not...but that day changed my life because I never knew that I can have that much effect on someone's life and it all started with that courier.
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Phoenix LeFlore: She is alive. Her brother is dead. People are moving forward. She is standing still. He was everything. Now she has nothing. Aza Ainsworth: She is a soft girl who acts tough. She is a warm girl who was treated coldly. Someone made her heart beat faster, then broke it. Can a broken heart help a broken soul? _____ Girl meets girl. Girl doesn't like girl. Then girl likes girl. Could she like her back? Two girls. One story. _____ "I like: The soft side underneath her tough side. Her mind. Her wit. Her cute awkwardness. The way she bites her nails. The way she dresses, like a 90s character, like someone in a movie. The way she smells, like mint, spicy but sweet, like her personality. Her green, serious, sexy eyes. Her laugh. Her name. Her hand in my hand. The stars on her face. The X on the back of her neck. I want to make her laugh all day, want to say her name, whisper it, scream it. Phoenix. I want to hold her hand, want to kiss all the stars on her face, and want to cherish the X on the back of her neck. I want to cherish her. I don't like: Phoenix."

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