Today, at 12:10 AM on the 13th of December
2021, I saw
3: The first embers and the burning fuel of
love, inside a body. The purity that is usually lost with
time, still waiting and smiling. The part of
love where all you want for them is
happiness, The longing. All in front of me: His name is Maycol (Maika), meaning "Who Is Like God" in French origins.
I've never faced so much fear and excitement in my body before. Excitement in the anticipation of the love we will have, and the fear that I could lose it all.
Maika: That who is God
Use: A) "My Maika, where shall we go? where do you want to go? I have a few ideas :p we can go anywhere!"
Use: B) "Without Maika, that purity and the love i feel would dissapear, and wouldn't come back, it just wouldnt"
Use: A) "My Maika, where shall we
go? where do you want to
go? I have a few ideas :p we can go anywhere!"
Use: B) "Without Maika, that purity and the
love i feel would dissapear, and wouldn't come back, it just wouldnt"
