A Woman Is Most Dangerous To Herself When She Is Desperate To Be Loved

There was a crisp air in the night that sent goose bumps running down my legs with each light breeze that met my skin. We had met in an open field, the perfect place to star gaze. I wasn’t sure how long he had been waiting, but by the looks of him leaning against the... Continue Reading →

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