"They are exquisite individuals. Quite rare. There's something about them that I can't quite lay my hand on. Mannered and tame yet every bit as chaotic. Sir, what would you call that?" "That, we call elegance." Photo: Haylee Barsky
Love Story
He wasn't charming like the heroes in fairy tales. He didn't stand out or wear fancy clothes, and he didn't meet the requirements I'd made from the fictional characters in books. He was soft-spoken and shy. I used to misjudge his kind heart for weakness. He was different. The boy who went unnoticed. It wasn't …
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Daydream
I like to imagine. I like to think about what could be and all the possibilities of what I’d like for us to do. I like to imagine that your personality would fit perfect with mine, that you’d be gorgeous, out of my league, but you’d love my flaws anyway. I like to think that …
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The Day in April
There is such a thing as strange excitement. An overflow of emotions in response to something that seems trivial. A certain joy that makes you wonder, why does this make me happy? But you don’t really care to know the answer. Take this day in April, for example. It’s a rather beautiful day. Around eighty …
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