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.
Love is beautiful when done right. Some of us have to go through thorns and the pits of hell because love just doesnt love us as much as we do. Love showed me flames.
Conversation with a friend History has a funny way of repeating itself, these words escaped my mouth in February. Friend: History you say, Me: Yeah history friend. You know that thing that happened in the past and you prayed to God that it should never happen again. Well, history just loves being present. Friend: But... Continue Reading →