It reminds me of myself - seemingly perfect on the outside but inside is all a mush.
Outward appearances mean everything.
Unfortunately, I can’t run from my heart. It hurts, deep inside my body. And I know I’ll never be the same.
There's a point when you have to stop fightin' the whole world.
Tell me what we had was real, I whisper.
Do I make you nervous?" His gaze travels from my eyes to my breasts and down to where my dress meets my thighs. "In that dress you do.