June 2015

He was like Thomas Edison. He turned dark into light. Beautiful lights. And all I can think about is how glimmering his smile was under the carnival of woods and lights. He could lit up something inside me with his awkward smile. It’s not love, I don’t even know what it is. I am just really grateful right now to meet someone like him. He’s my Thomas Edison. And I wish him to be happy.

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