He had evoked a foreign feeling within her; change.
She suddenly, almost involuntarily, began to have a new perspective on all things.
She developed an unrecognizable sense of hope, in the unknown.
She was certain, that once he was there, once he held her hand, once his minty breath tickled her cheek, once she was engulfed by his big strong arms, that life was a little less unbearable.
Andrew was the source of her
new found vigour. The will to laugh , breathe, sing, hope and most importantly, love.
He was God-sent, she was convinced.
For him, she had exposed herself to all manner of injustices that accompanied love .
He changed her.
He recreated her.
He was going to ultimately destroy, what was left of her.
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Loving Andrew
Poetry❝ She gave him her all.❞ A memoir of the emotions that accompanied the moments of her life, those moments which she would give anything to relive, though they were the most painful she had ever experienced. © Loving Andrew2017 Written by xripthatgir...
