I don't like you anymore.
That's the second time tonight you make me cry. And both were good cries, but this one was like a good bad-cry. This whole story was beautiful. Really Pands, this is your gift.
Lately, I've been batteling cigarettes, and now I have this feeling of 'let's not start it!'
All the time while I was reading, I hoped, pleaded, prayed it would end well, but at the same time realised it wouldn't. 'Cause life is like that; this is one of the most realistic stories I've ever read.
Gifted people are those little stars shining brighter than others. You're like the northern light compared to that.
With love,
Tisia