CALVIN’S POINT OF VIEW
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Ok, I’m officially going crazy. I can’t stop thinking about what happened. About his lips, the way those damn green eyes that remind me of the Caribbean waters, or the fresh leaves that just began to bloom, and are covered by a layer of dew, shined when they were full with tears as he gave me the best blowjob of my life.
Fuck, now you're a poetic motherfucker!
The cold side of me that spent years upon years to build walls around me so no one could get close and hurt me, mocks me, and on good reasons.
But if I want to be honest with myself, I have to accept the fact that I did look at him more than I looked at myself in the mirror in the last week. I discovered and paid attention to things that were in front of my fa
