Since I was very young, I would sit in our treehouse putting my imagination down in words while my brother Diego put his down in drawings. I really miss those days, but at least here he and I can share some of those moments.
I couldn't sleep last night and ended up writing this around 4am this morning:
A time when I only frowned
=happiness found
A place where letters come from
-loving someone
A romance that is slowly hatching
-jealousy watching
As lovers we go
turning our hearts into
glistening dubloons of Spanish gold
our love's secret to behold
-Isobella
In other news, I guess I'm going to start watching this
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