"Where is it? I just seen it not too long ago when I was wrapping presents. Come on, where could I have placed it!" I mumble to myself out loud.
"There it is, up there on the ledge." The man says from somewhere in the shadows as I look around I can't seem to point him out. Unknowingly as I reach for the ledge of the bookshelf in my living room.. he was right.... there it is the box cutter.
How'd he know it was there is crazy.. also where is that voice coming from. I thought I was home alone.. I climb down the step latter and feel as my feet touch the ground.
With the box cutter in my hand I use it to cut open a package, that I just received in the mail. As I look at the return label a name and address that seem to have been rubbing off is on it.
But it's labeled delivery to my address with my name. I just can't make out who the sender is. I begin to open the package to take a look at what's inside and then....
BOOM! 💥 💥 🤯
ΔΙΑΒΑΖΕΙΣ
We Bloom Like Flowers Do.
ChickLitI used to make better choices for myself. When it came to me deciding what's best for me that was easy. Until I met you. Everything around me changed, every decision that I made had changed depending on us. Every choice I made began to be for us. O...
