I woke up the next morning cold, wet, naked, and sore all over. Sasha’s brutal kicks that I’d barely felt as I struggled to breath had blossomed into hideous bruises over night and sleeping in the shower stall certainly hadn’t helped matters. In retrospect, it’s surprising I didn’t get sick sleeping in the wet shower
love .. its only love .. by lover007
my real story … its been 2 n half years .. wo u dont realize its that llong until u start telling it .. :O :Pseems like yesterday to me though…it was the month of jan …chilly weather .. cold winds… stylish jackets .. and a book fair …was roaming around.. eyeing every other girl