Is it just me? What is it about you that makes me go all starry eyed and cliché? Is it my own penchant for giddiness? Your own words, she is in perpetual romance You also said, A vampire would come, To take my life.
May 4, 2012 I had a heart ring I had painted in purple and sparkly black, and N was playfully telling my future according to the colors. That was the night I fell in love with him, later I wrote the poem.