I first met him in 7th grade, and fell in love with him christmas of that year.
I was twelve Four years go by fast and now I'm seventeen.
possible wishfull thinking?
I love how history repeats itself.
His skin is the same, though his build is not.
His eyes are still enigmatic, but now with a touch of warmth.
Thank god for heart break and a lack of social controll.
Second chances at life are possible; just depends on how self-less and un-aware you are.
I love you Grant.
a chunk of something was placed back into my skeletal system, which was raped years ago.
--Nataliya Vasilyevna Averiyenova
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