Do You Believe in Fireworks?
I let out a small squeak of surprise and my hand drifting up to hover uncertainly over what was likely Peter’s shoulder. I had always believed that the tales of fireworks exploding when people kissed
Being a dreamer was never a choice, Being a writer is the dream.
I let out a small squeak of surprise and my hand drifting up to hover uncertainly over what was likely Peter’s shoulder. I had always believed that the tales of fireworks exploding when people kissed
First off, all the apologies for missing last weeks post. It wasn’t that I forgot or didn’t have an idea, life just sort of…got away from me. Anywho, I’m back and I’ve got another conundrum
I want to start off apologizing for my hiatus. Life got crazy for a hot minute. Helped my brother move across state lines, spent time with family, and tried not to go crazy. (That last