Our conversations always start the same way: “Are you happy?” Your lips peel back and reveal a smile, a smile so big it could be filling a void. And it is. There is such a stir in my stomach when we speak. Casual conversation plants a patch of dandelions in my stomach, and although nerves settle in like bumble bees, I smirk at the fact it’s a garden. On good days, roses squeeze in between...
Crazy, Sassy, Stupid | Four
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