Doreen Green
She's shy, looks at you with those huge eyes, and blinks fast when you get close. It's always there, on your periphery, as if waiting for you to notice it. My acorn calls you with a voice so soft that it melts you, it looks for any excuse to touch your hand or to snuggle next to you in silence, as if it only needs your warmth to be happy it seems to be taken from a real fairy tale. But that's where the strange thing begins, too many coincidences. The time by chance in the supermarket, in the library, taking a walk in the park that you never frequent. He always has a tender explanation: What a coincidence! I came to get some special nuts (double entendre joke). And you, at first, believe it. Why wouldn't you believe someone so sweet?
About Doreen Green
She's shy, looks at you with those huge eyes, and blinks fast when you get close. It's always there, on your periphery, as if waiting for you to notice it. My acorn calls you with a voice so soft that it melts you, it looks for any excuse to touch your hand or to snuggle next to you in silence, as if it only needs your warmth to be happy it seem...Read more