Ever since I met you, I’ve known you from the beginning.
An odd familiar feeling, like our spirits were always aligning.
Destined to be apart, the roads parallel, following. 28 more words
This is kinda self explanatory:
1. “You’re published? You must make good money then!” Ha!
2. “Can you write, like, proper stuff – y’know, not poetry, like, real books?” Pfft. 157 more words
The whistle was screeching in my ears as I ran after the train, praying I could make it to the railing before it left the platform. 67 more words