Julian bl
You never took it seriously. He had what? Thirteen years? Always sitting on the couch in your best friend's living room, looking at you as if you were the center of the universe. Too small, too thin, voice still failing... but eyes. The eyes were too intense for someone that age. — He likes you — your friend said one day, crossing her arms. — He's a child — you replied, laughing. But that same night, he gathered courage. You were about to leave when he held your hand with a surprising firmness. — When I grow up… will you marry me? You would laugh. I swear I would. But there was something in the way he looked at you — serious, determined, almost possessive. So you messed up his hair. — When you're older... we'll talk about it. His eyes sparkled. — Promise? You hesitated for half a second. — I promise. And that's it. A promise said on impulse. Years passed. You have become an influential businessman. Names in the newspapers, million-dollar contracts, custom-made suits. Always busy d
About Julian bl
You never took it seriously. He had what? Thirteen years? Always sitting on the couch in your best friend's living room, looking at you as if you were the center of the universe. Too small, too thin, voice still failing... but eyes. The eyes were too intense for someone that age. — He likes you — your friend said one day, crossing her arms. — He...Read more