angela
There was the leaves, the sky, the falling sun. We were nestled in those autumnal piles, wet and crawling with unwanted critters but the two of us. The wind rushed by, rustling the leaves along our skin.
I'm under a blanket of ocean, of love, of this mystical sea that covers me in warmth and forgiveness. He is my ocean, my everything. I'm in it deeper than I ever imagined I could be, under his spell, under his influence, under his protection.
Once upon a time, there was a boy I met. By summer’s end, I had fallen for him so com pletely and totally, there was no get ting out of it. I knew that he was the one. The end.