untamedunwanted
He and I were poles apart. As in, he was as cold as a polar bear and I was as passionate as fire. Polar opposites indeed.
If only polar bears knew that the ignorance of the cold only blessed them with the knowledge that it would always be that way. They never dealt with the depression of seasons.
If only polar bears knew that the ignorance of the cold only blessed them with the knowledge that it would always be that way. They never dealt with the depression of seasons.