One step down from the highest stair, a place where I curved my knees and legs in a baby form, there I read.
Old love songs are playing in the next room, volume as loud as the thunder coming from the east that covers a mile radius, I listen half hearted and half dreamy while reading my books.
My auntie approached me, and said, “DON’T read too much with love songs…you will be a hopeless romantic.” With that, she left me and proceed downstairs.
Never did they know I am-really a hopeless romantic.
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