Once upon a time, there was a girl who loved stories. She was an odd girl of sorts, hosting tea parties in her room with teddy bears; her mind enveloped in romance and happy ever after’s. Who would still hand write letter’s and make wishes on shooting stars.
Once upon a time, that girl was told that her ideas were foolish as the lies, pain and deceit chiseled its’ way inside of her. Chipping away at her heart and beliefs. Her dreams of color, faded to black and white. Her lungs stained by hands that shouldn’t have been there.
What do you say to a girl who had lost hope?
Once upon a time, there was a boy who lived 3000 scar tissues away. Nameless and faceless; a passing ghost that had found refuge in the mind of a girl whose vision mirrored his own. And as the days elapsed, the phantom grew more tangible.
Once upon a time, that boy saw a girl whose heart was splintered and irreparable. So without thinking or hesitation, he gave her his. And as his heart pumped faith back into her body she asked him, “où as-tu été pendant toute ma vie?” Where have you been all my life? To which he responded, “simple, j’étais à la recherche pour vous.” I was looking for you.
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