London“True joy comes when one’s heart is completely open and vulnerable to the world.”
—London Wright
The sun is just starting to warm the earth with its light. Its rays sneak into the bedroom between the fluttery white curtains that dance from the salty air of the sea.
After visiting Loïc’s granddad yesterday, we came back to the cottage where we plan to stay for the rest of our vacation.
I can’t remember a time in my life when I’ve been so happy. The obvious reason for that is because there hasn’t been one.
It’s hard to wrap my mind around the past three years.
I think of that girl who basically rubbed her boobs against Loïc’s dirty truck that hot May day. In hopes of what? A booty call, a one-night stand, attention? Who was she? God, I barely recognize her. How did she ever win o
