Office hours kill my buzz, I need coffee every second, your photo is above my head and it makes me float, even when I'm stuck on the ground. I know this isn't how I usually talk, but I'm thinking that tonight, I'm going to ask you out.

You're rich and spoilt, so I won't try to change you. You play like you're in denial, but the best thing is yet to come. You're nothing but a reckless girl, so charming and clean, no scars and no sins. And I love your hair, and I love your hands and I love the nights when you can't stand still and shout. That afternoon, in the restaurant, you leaned over and picked some fries from my plate and I took a little bit of your salad and yes, we could connect. Which doesn't happen to me unless I try. Then you talked about your little sister and I said Ginny and her should talk, but we both knew that was a bad idea and we laughed...we laughed like in those old times.

I can't do well when you're leaving me.

Do you believe now?