A boy I dated, sort of, painted a lovely portrait of me for himself. I did recognize myself in it. We reconnected for a minute after that flame burned out, and he told me he'd had to tear it up but he put it in a collage.
It was the most delightful and instructive _burn._
A boy I dated, sort of, painted a lovely portrait of me for himself. I did recognize myself in it. We reconnected for a minute after that flame burned out, and he told me he'd had to tear it up but he put it in a collage.
It was the most delightful and instructive _burn._
But I think he was onto something.