I recall once on the church steps, when I moved to kiss your chest, how we paid such close attention to each sweet and stuttered breath. I should’ve stopped to paint our picture, captured honest pure affection, just to document the difference between attraction and connection.
I honestly hate this place. All I do is get into fights with dumb girls. Today this girl was screaming at me and told me she didn’t like me. Ok cool I don’t care. When I don’t like someone I try to stay away from them not run into their room but ok.