I used to stare at her picture for hours. Her curly blonde hair that landed at her shoulders, her bright blue eyes and the smile that reached those eyes and made them shine brighter than any ocean I had ever seen. In the picture she was in her forties and absolutely breathtaking. A part of…
Etiket: caressed lips
Falling
Authors Note: This is more of an article than a story. It’s based on discussions I’ve had with a friend of mine about her past and how it bothers her. It is, for the most part, in her own words, with me just arranging things. It was originally written for a semi-well known magazine that…