Ode to My Angel I dove into us with conceited naiveness: I refused to believe that I would change, that I could be pursuaded in the wake of vulnerability, or that I had the ability to fall. WE kissed innocently without contracts, we kissed with wreckless abandon, we kissed with confidence in stagnation. Here I am became here we are, a mighty duo threatening to become mightier, conquering more and embracing the challenges life dares to throw.
Sara Adams's Questions:
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