ANGELIC...
My feet hurt every time they hit the ground, but I refuse to stop running until the two f*****g miles. That has to be my best quality: perseverance. I run like my life depends on it, but I pretend I don't feel my lower muscles burning. I hum along to the music playing in my headphones, paying attention to something other than fatigue.
Holy curiosity. Why did I go to the Bronx? Why did I need to see LeBlanc being mean to be sure he was mean? Now my head is spinning around the same topic.
I try to focus on the lyrics that are screaming in my ears, but honestly, it's hard not to think about the feeling stirring inside me. It's new, it's strong, it's hot. And all this is even more intense around him.
However, I am a religious girl. I believe in God's plans, and I kno
