 | | 12/03/2015 18:51
Sur le blog Damsel In Dior
Coming to Grips
It was a balmy summer day as I sat on a small secluded beach with my brother and a few friends.
There were no sounds, only the feelings of laughter in the heart of my stomach. I had on white boy shorts and a white tank top and before a thought could enter my mind, I began running toward the crashing water. The sand felt hard beneath my feet as I ran to meet the warm waves. I dove in, allowing my body to surrender.
As I stayed underneath the surface my heart began to feel as heavy as the sea. I was hoping to get the attention of a boy on the other side of the beach. He didn’t have a face, he didn’t have a name and he didn’t even know I existed. But...
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