She still remembers Those third-grade memories
No one has the same love that you do, everyone shows love differently! 🐝
The first time she looked at me my heart didn't skip a beat. After all who falls in love with a dried flower?
Short stories scraped from the walls and corners of my heart.
When that young love comes back under Leo skies will there be a chance to make it last this time?
Listen to the rain fall on the roof of my blue car Faint music drifts from the radio
A love of story between two teens without words. Does he like her or hate her?
The first touch is special✨ It could be anything— holding hands or hugging someone you like for the first time🫂
Meaning of the prose poem💝
When you touch “the one”, I doubt that anyone would actual...
When you love someone you miss their existence even after parting ways. Heart pumps blood but brains remind me of her.
No one has the same love that you do, everyone shows love differently! 🐝
The first time she looked at me my heart didn't skip a beat. After all who falls in love with a dried flower?
Short stories scraped from the walls and corners of my heart.
When that young love comes back under Leo skies will there be a chance to make it last this time?
Listen to the rain fall on the roof of my blue car Faint music drifts from the radio
A love of story between two teens without words. Does he like her or hate her?
The first touch is special✨ It could be anything— holding hands or hugging someone you like for the first time🫂
Meaning of the prose poem💝
When you touch “the one”, I doubt that anyone would actual...
When you love someone you miss their existence even after parting ways. Heart pumps blood but brains remind me of her.