oneword
and it was glowing. sometimes you just look at something and know it was meant to be there? this. this was diferent it wasnt even like you saw it and knew it was supposed to be there it was like it glowed with the charisma and love and the expectation that it was worth it. this time it didnt give a shit how many times you repeated a word you just believed in the feeling and the way you felt when you glanced your eyes at this object.
