Portrayles

Meeting the right person at the wrong time is a living hell that wasn't spoken about enough.

Charles Leclerc was my living hell.

You could say the chemistry was undeniable. That we liked each other a lot. Maybe even loved each other. But the circumstances we was both in wouldn't allow it. Distance didn't allow it. He didn't allow it.

I found the love of my life but I owed Karma and I paid it in full