Because even though I loved being thousands of miles up in the air, the feeling of decent made my heart leap into my throat and made my belly fill with butterflies.... And I loved it because it reminded me of you.
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The Art of Mending A Broken Heart
Short StoryI don't think it's about finding myself as much as it is about remaking myself. I had been this girl for awhile, and then I started changing. Heading in a new direction blindfolded. I think it's time to take the blindfold off and create myself with...
