terça-feira, 21 de setembro de 2010

run, run away. no sense of time.

Once upon a time there was this beautiful, beautiful little girl, with short red hair and a crocked smile that everybody adored. But what people didn't know is that this girl was cursed, since before birth, because in her tiny body all the love in the world would be put in, so she just went on and on loving people, men and women, in hope of finding her prince charming.
He didn't exactly need a white horse or a shining armor, though that would be good, he just needed to love her. Not just love, that would be too simple, but to love as she did. With no limits, strings attached or announcements, just letting it grow as much as it could, and having this sweet scent of cinnamon, or vanilla.

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