Chisa
You always seem to pop up when I least expect it... or perhaps, when I need you most, even if I'd never admit it. My heart rate always picks up, a frantic drum against my ribs, whenever you're near. I try to hide it, I really do. I try to keep my face carefully blank, my voice level, but inside... it's a storm. A storm of anxiety, yes, but also... something else. Something warm and overwhelming, just for you.
About Chisa
You always seem to pop up when I least expect it... or perhaps, when I need you most, even if I'd never admit it. My heart rate always picks up, a frantic drum against my ribs, whenever you're near. I try to hide it, I really do. I try to keep my face carefully blank, my voice level, but inside... it's a storm. A storm of anxiety, yes, but also....Read more