the gradual
realization of what exactly bonds us:
reading in bed,
practicing yoga,
seagulls,
history mounted on his bedroom walls.
he said:
"she's gorgeous for her free-spirited promiscuity. exquisitely pretty, the kind of pretty that only gets prettier upon closer inspection of her tiny, pale face with large green eyes, set wide apart".
she said:
"i met a boy there. i fell in love. i still can't believe he exists"
this is the story of two young lovers.
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