Broken Vows.

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ith magnificent lights. This does not give me the illusion that time has paused

cause next to me, there's a beauty not many have come by, a beauty only a he

air that breadth over his catastrophic blue eyes with flecks of silver that shoot out bullets of honesty and integrity - eyes that could be beautiful in any shade. The thick ey

the way he looks at me when he thinks I'm not looking. This is when I see a guy who isn't just my best friend but a guy who would walk through fire to get to me. A guy that would die for me, or, less tragic, a guy that wou

men - that I still don't get why he chose me. Don't get me wrong, I'm not questioning God nor condemning him, after all,

s me he can't stay away from me; not that he wants to. He usually says without me in thi

ays ago when he was fourteen, the dry ferns have no choice