w h e n i w a s 23,
it was all okay.
I was studying Culinary Arts in some college. I bumped into a guy during my free hour, immediately getting lost in those deep eyes.
I discovered that he had an obsession with lattes. I found out that he loved the Avengers series and could be an amazing friend. I was surprised when I fell for him and shocked when he asked me out. I was giddy when he took me out on a date and gave me a silver chain bracelet. I was broken when he walked away from me. I finally found a piece of me when I barged into his room, dripping wet from the rain and stuttered out that I couldn't let him go. I was complete when he hugged me and kissed my hair.
I was okay because I met this boy and he turned me world upside down, from depressed and hopeless to beautiful and loving.
And now, I can finally say that I love you. Truly. And the probability of me stopping? Well, it doesn't exist.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Probabilities
Historia Cortac h o i c e s c h a n c e s p o s s i b i l i t i e s p r o b a b i l i t i e s l i f e i s f r i g h t e n i n g i s n ' t i t ?
