He’s not gorgeous. He’s not top of the class. He’s not prom king and
he’s not a player. But he’s cute in his way and smart and passionate and I like how he’s watching me when he laughs.
I called him fascinating once and that’s when I went “uh oh.” It’s only going down from here….
Because I usually don’t go for people who are “cute in their way”. I go
for breathtakers, crazymakers, intoxicaters and, sadly, also
heartbreakers. I’m all for great drama, intrigue and big sceneries.
I’m actually the pickiest person you will ever meet. I don’t do bad
hairstyles, sad clothes, lame personalities and I have a thing about
shoes. I once crushed on a person whom I don’t even like and looking
back, the only sensible explanation for that would be that he had nice
hands. See how superficial I can get?
And this is different. The one I’m talking about is nice. This ain’t my usual game.
So that’s what I’m getting worked up on. And also terrifyingly excited.
Love,
Rosy Smith
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