Sometimes I text like in writing a country song. Just to make her smile. I love when it works.
Yeah. I’m well aware that this might not lead to anything substantial. But I’m also aware that this girl is really something special, and its not going to lead anywhere if I don’t try.
I’m just going to be overwhelmingly disappointed here for a while. I’ll pick my self up in an hour or two. But for now I’m going to be sad.
I’ll never forget those blue eyes. But I’m starting to not see them every time I close mine. I’m starting to feel like I can be happy again. I like it.