Everything works out in the end, if you believe.
It feels nice to wake up to messages from someone who's occupying a lot of space in your head lately.
I see him after weeks, he looks as gorgeous as ever. I'm into him. He gives me them butterflies in my stomach. I'd like to think that if we ever made babies, they'd be beautiful. They'd inherit both our genes, a mixed race. But let's not get too carried away. Real life is not a daily soap.
"You're so big"
No flattery, I'm genuinely surprised.
"What"
"Never mind"
I blush.
French men make the best lovers.
Well, the stereotype might just be quite true.
