i'm a hair smeller.
and a hair player. i can't stop messing with her hair.

maybe i'm even a bit of a prude.

well its been what, a year and a half. maybe i'm rusty.

kisses on the cheek are more like faces landing on my lips. but when things feel right you don't need to feel anything but the simpleness of not being wrong.

falling. in. something. but not that.

not gonna say much. i totally don't want to jinx it.
but.... i never want to forget meeting her or the stuff we did together.
maybe she'll write it down in her blog. thats all i can hope for.

the best parts are the parts i can't say. but i'll have to.

the similarities in personality and likes are uncanny.

i'm totally being non-chalant about it tho. probably the most unromantic i've ever been in my life. i'm not putting in enough effort. i will though. it will pay off if she hangs around long enough.