I was 16 he was 21, he was prince charming for he showered me with the right words a matured school girl would like to hear.
Dear Blinded EyeThe EyeThe eye that refuses to see what is there. The eye that profoundly makes its own conclusion of what is there. To the eye that sees nothing but just blackness, to the eye that refuses to transmit messages back to the brain. To the eye that confuses the heart. To the eye... Continue Reading →