You know that moment when you're sitting through a boring class and your mind wanders off? This is my result. It's a new writing style I wanted to attempt so I hope you like it. Short & sweet—enjoy.
Monday was strawberry. Tuesday was vanilla. The rest of the week honey. I like honey. But unlike most girls she doesn't keep a special scent. She keeps me guessing.
She laughs because she's happy. She laughs because she's nervous. She laughs with me. She laughs at me. She keeps me guessing.
Sometimes she looks away first. Sometimes she imprints her eyes into mine. Maybe it's because she's mad. Or maybe she's just daydreaming. She keeps me guessing.
Suddenly she'll throw herself at me. The next she'll shove me away. I'll be standing in her bubble. Or I'll be too out of reach. She keeps me guessing.
She always steals a sip from my Cherry Cokes yet she claims to hate soda. I don't make sense yet she always gets me. She's independent yet neither can live without the other. She knows me inside out yet she keeps me guessing.
I'd feel stupid constantly guessing, but there's one thing I'm sure Lilly always replies -- "I love you too, Oliver."
Or sometimes it's Ollie-honey. Or Smokin' Oken. Or just Dork. Like I said, she keeps me guessing.
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