Rooted
She Always Sat Alone
She Always Sat Alone
Let’s pretend…
His Name.
A coffee date
A Time and Place
Second Meeting
First Meeting
Dear, Tereece…
I wonder if I will remember those days with quiet filled evenings, And the warm rush of air on my face. The flicker of orange before the drowning blue and the distant shimmer of stars. How I admired the beauty of a city, Hushed by the coming night. I wonder if I will be […]