Seventeen is an age when it's easy to fall in love, and easy to give everything you have to someone.
She said, "I love you, like a fish loves water."
She said that flowers blooming in early spring are called "mad flowers," and mad flowers bear no fruit.
Who is directing whose life, and who directed whose tragedy? Once you've weathered the seven-year itch and I've endured eight years of pain, how will our story continue?
I'm a new writer with a new story. I can promise not to abandon it, but I can't promise daily updates. My writing is limited, so please go easy on me.
