Everyone else wrote about a page. I wrote a fucking book. I sent her such a ridiculously long message that, compared to everyone else’s letters, mine looked like that long rolled-up letter from Mulan. I was SO embarrassed when I realized how much I had written.
This beautifully designed choker has five crimson red matte rosettes that are strategically placed between two beaded dark gunmetal-tone finished chains that are almost black in color.
Siento que es importante señalar esta parte de mi historia para entender el porqué de mi persona. Mi papá es alguien muy geek (no sé a qué se refiere por completo ese concepto, pero creo que es el correcto), siendo el causante de mi amor hacia la computadora.
I told him/her that I won't close any doors to him/her because what if in the future we become better versions of ourselves and we can try again but what if he/she moves on already. I can't stand it but I also accept it because I genuinely just want him/