OccasionallyI'm wrong, I hate the feeling. I may have destroyed something beautiful. The feelingof losing you scares me to the point of no return. Granted we tell everyone we're"just friends" but it's no one's business. I hate sharing my emotions but for youI'd tell the world. Can we get past this? Or will you hate me because I'm emotionallydamaged goods that no one wants? Don't give up on me tell me we'll get past this.Something tells me we will but most of me is still waiting for the worst. I'm useto the pain, but Id rather feel the joy with you.
STAI LEGGENDO
Forbidden Ode. Book One
Romanzi rosa / ChickLitIts a game we once learned as a child to express the things you believe the most. No one never said that being a women in the eyes of others would create chaos of destruction.
