January 14

I have spent many summers dreaming of her. She was a pinch of madness in the rubble that was my life—the kind that arrives with maleficent wings and a stubborn heart and drags everything down to ruins with just a smile. But on some nights, she was something else too. She loved like there was no tomorrow and danced away the nights of sorrow. She was a perfectly mixed magical potion, a paradox, I fell in love with.


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