- I never thought that I would be here, but she is right. I do need a break away from everything.-
The gentle rolling hills, the warm breeze is a breath of fresh air, literally. At least it was relaxing until I met him.
Some poetic prose for my hopeless romantic heart and dramatic melancholic soul. Short dribbles with no particular plot - a bunch of ideas loosely collected piece by piece.
English isn't my first language. Feedbacks are welcomed.