Different Pen
Summers and solitude, winters and wistfulness. God, Arctic snow and strawberries.
Tuesday, March 05, 2019
one of the many that got away
I showed my friends a picture of the guy I was desperately in love with when I was sixteen.
They said, "He doesn't look like he can deal with your madness."
I'm glad I didn't end up with that guy. I'm glad I have friends like that.
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