I'm a good girl. Generally. There's just this playful but half-mad side to me that's hardly flattering for someone in their late twenties. And, yes, I love chocolate a bit too much for my own good.
I am ravished by the memories of pain & ecstasy that dotted our intertwined tales of self-discovery. Hardly a note strikes with the force of truth like the echoing cliche of "I miss you."