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He swept me off my feet. I can't thinik properly, I am overcome by emotion. And I keep smiling, foolishly. Shall I talk to him? I think I'd just be a liability for him. Still, I sense something. Nonsense.
Deal? But I still feel hesitant. I can't think clearly, I am just anxiously living. The sound of the keyboard is somehow soothing. And there's no deal; no negotation. Just a result. Fatídico comes from fate, right?
My brain froze. My eyelids feel heavy. Am I missing a hyphen? I focus too much on punctuation...I really can't write today. But I'd love to read, to see, and drink tea...
Towed. I have no idea what that means. My language's rusty, my time is running. But, here I am, trying to unrust? myself. I need to write my way out, improve my rhyming, and grab a dictionary.