fiction

 

More than just the escape, it’s the reality that we’ll never have.  It’s a mirror of what we desire deep, deepest in our souls.

We’re all just wishing that one day, someone will also look at us like we’re a piece of diamond that is supposed to be protected, bragged about, look at with full desire and amazement.

Until now, secretly, we’re all wishing that, as long as there is love, everything will be perfect.

Rough, probably, but perfect.

 

 

h.a.m

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