domingo, 16 de janeiro de 2011

You were walking next to me and you kept looking at me. Things were happening between us. I remember how you used to hate me and how I would always try to make you laugh. But since we had stayed up all night doing nothing but talk, we had changed. We had now decided to spend the morning together to get breakfast. The lights had changed outside, and the sun and the sky were a little nicer somehow. This was going to be some kind of cool beginning, i hoped.

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