She is his book tease; his fast-talking, optimistic, coffee addicted, town princess. The cinta of his life. She’s everything he isn’t but everything he wants.
He’s her monosyllabic, ice cream is better in cones, Hemingway wannabe, metallica listening bad boy. The cinta of her life.
She can’t help herself around him. No matter how much she wants to believe it isn’t true, she needs him.
Words, old dead white guys, margin writing, late night flirting over coffee and literature brought them together. But, at eighteen, they stood worlds apart.
Star crossed lovers, maybe. Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth,...
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