Actions speak louder than words
She looks like a fucking goldfish! I'm stood there holding a boiling cup of coffee and she's ignoring it and staring at me as if she hasn't seen me in years. I love it.
My memory hasn't been doing her justice. Her hair's all mussed, her make-up's smudged everywhere and she's wearing these ridiculous Hello Kitty pyjamas…and she's perfect. Just as she was when I first walked into her room all those years ago. I knew the first time I saw you.
Suddenly, I've forgotten the coffee cup too. It's lucky her floor is linoleum because it would be hell to clean off the carpet. Well, that's what I would be thinking if I could think right now but all my senses are buzzing with Rory. My heart's racing, my breathing is irrational and the butterflies in my stomach are doing the can-can. Here come the pom-poms!
I know that speaking would be impossible as I pull away from her and so I look at her, into those beautiful blue stars and I lose myself. Again. Until she's pulling me back into a world of bright, accentuated colours.
But I figure it's not all bad that I can't talk right now, 'cause we all know that actions speak louder than words. Goodbye doubts.
Hello Rory.
