The very second she started being perfect. His first favorite song. Her mother’s death. His first crush. She was perfect. He was opinionated. She made mud pies. He imagined a first kiss, in a pool, chaste and pure.
The very second she started being perfect. His first favorite song. Her mother’s death. His first crush. She was perfect. He was opinionated. She made mud pies. He imagined a first kiss, in a pool, chaste and pure.