So maybe I'm not the girl You'll think of your whole life. But I certainly am the girl Who you'd want to make your wife.
By Brooke Li4 years ago in Poets
I'm in love with him. I'd die for him. So then why do I feel my eyes light up when I look at you? Why does the platonic love I feel for you spread like a fire in my chest when you accidentally touch my hand?
By Brooke Li4 years ago in Fiction
“You look different.” Matt’s words were raspy and low against my hair as his arms tightened around me. I closed my eyes against his chest as the sensation set in. For the first time in twenty-six months, I was home.
