Bronte the writer,
I discard profiles every day. Bombarded with girls that have very little to say.
What comes from their mouth is the same as before. I delete the app, and leave wanting more.
Softcore porn and skulling cans. I just want a supermarket woman who loves to hold hands.
And whilst hands are held, to look in the eyes. Giving each other courage to expose the lies.
The app is a lie. The truth is we can do better. Nothing like two strangers writing a love letter.
0488488164, write me instead.
Let the other girls think love letters are dead.