I don’t even know what that means. If you were to tell me that there was a boy named Zephyr, would I have loved him the way I love anyone else? He should probably have brunette hair with the most mesmerizing brown orbs that would capture mine and tells me he loves me every day while he acts as my slave and makes me breakfast in bed.
He sat in the wheelchair, looking out on the melting snows of the winter. The zephyr brought the smells of mud, of vegetation and flowers. Even though he had become disabled by his foray into the blizzard, he felt glad to be alive.
I don’t even know what that means. If you were to tell me that there was a boy named Zephyr, would I have loved him the way I love anyone else? He should probably have brunette hair with the most mesmerizing brown orbs that would capture mine and tells me he loves me every day while he acts as my slave and makes me breakfast in bed.
He sat in the wheelchair, looking out on the melting snows of the winter. The zephyr brought the smells of mud, of vegetation and flowers. Even though he had become disabled by his foray into the blizzard, he felt glad to be alive.