A Reverse Chronological Portrait Written by a Young Girl
Entry 1
He was twice as old – can you believe?
After school, he made me feel like rose petals. I could never keep up, melting explicitly into the palm of his hand.
He asked if I wished to wait. I politely declined.
After school, he made me feel like rose petals. I could never keep up, melting explicitly into the palm of his hand.
He asked if I wished to wait. I politely declined.