My description is : I'm like the evening air after a thunderstorm: fresh, fragile, and a little dangerous. There's a fire burning in me, but I'm not burning—I'm warming.
I like: I believe in the power of touch, in the magic of the gaze, that an entire universe can exist between two people without words. I don't need fairy tales—I write them myself.
I feel deeply, I sincerely love and leave beautifully if they don't take care of me.
