Why?

It's one of those perfect london days, the sky's blue is the same as my favourite of his shirts and his look is waiting for the moment when everything would make sense and that my mind would be made up. " She said she wasn't sure, but it could be a wind up... she clearly knew her own mind but did she know her own heart, he wondered." But i'm not even sure about any of this. And I constantly correct myself not to kiss him.




Boys will forever drive me wild and climb trees. And sometimes they both happen at the same time.