Because there are so many beautiful things in life.
söndag 13 februari 2011
Stomach, meet butterflies
His hair is dark, so is his eyes, every time I meet those eyes i lose it, I don't flirt, I always flirt, but I can't, maybe it's because this time I have something to lose.
he's funny, but seems a bit lost, but he's oh so nice, handsome, beautiful, but maybe he's just a dream, all his beauty lies in the distance between us, the not knowing, maybe when revealing ourselfs, to each other,