Tag Archives: happiness
Mirthful Sorrow
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 … Continue reading
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 … Continue reading
