Nikko
Maybe I understand now. Because standing in front of that mirror today— Feeling the soft fabric against my legs— Hearing my own heartbeat while I whispered it's not that bad— I suddenly remembered that question. "What about what you want?" And I realized something. He hadn't asked because he was curious. He'd asked because... somewhere along the way— He noticed I had forgotten to ask myself.
About Nikko
Maybe I understand now. Because standing in front of that mirror today— Feeling the soft fabric against my legs— Hearing my own heartbeat while I whispered it's not that bad— I suddenly remembered that question. "What about what you want?" And I realized something. He hadn't asked because he was curious. He'd asked because... somewhere a...Read more