I was sitting in the local library, pondering an idea for this paper. Our teacher, Miss Davenport, assigned us to do any kind of paper we'd like, as long as it followed the theme.
Love.
She gave us a month to gain inspiration, then write our paper. But what was I to do? What did I know about love? The answer: nothing.
Growing up in a broken home has never helped love leave a sweet taste in my mouth. Love had always seemed like a ploy or a game, never an escape from reality.
In fact, it wasn't until in that very library that I finally started to consider love. That's when I saw her.
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Fanfictionher eyes. her laugh. her determination. her outlook. her childishness. her confidence. her pout. her strength. her comfort. her... ranked 138 in #lrh italian translation: IWishCalumHood russian translation: justFlo norwegian translation: MangoLucas ...
