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Creating Memories, Reminiscing Life

It was 10 pm.. on a work night. We had no business being outside, yet there we were, getting ice cream out in the cold. And simply because I had insisted. Still,

Heather...

He kissed me, speculatively at first. His lips felt wet, and warm. I wasn't sure if I liked it, or didn't.. Then he kissed me again, and this time he lingered...

Letter To My Sixteen Year Old Self...

Image source: Google Images Dear little one, These are the words of your grown up self, From he who was you once, To he who would someday be myself... I know that