He was beautiful. He always looked like he was a part of an exquisite painting. I remember when I first met him I was instantly mesmerized. It was his eyes. In certain angles they looked like bright emeralds. The way he focused them on me. Only for a few seconds just to say he noticed [...]
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July 21, 2008
Smoke and Ashes
He was an interesting book that I never finished. He gave me hope. Hope that there might actually be someone like me. Hope that someone can look into my eyes and make me feel stark naked. I met him at a pub, I was drunk and I hit on him (aggressively I must add). I [...]
March 29, 2008
Astral Angel
When I was four, I slept between my parents every night, scared of the darkness around me. When I was eight I slept between my parents holding both their hands knowing I might never get that moment again. It started when I was six years old, when my dad’s mother arrived from New York, I [...]
