One Twenty Five

02. 26. 12

i can feel my chest clamp up. like something is wrong. but i don’t know what it is. my heart beats faster, butterflies swarm my stomach. i think he likes me. i look for excuses, but there seem to be none. my phone jolts me back to reality. his name lighting up the screen. my chest. it hurts. fear sweeps over my body. i think he likes me. i know he likes me. terrifying.

02. 29. 12

He makes me laugh. Like really, really laugh.

03. 05. 12

there have been….

stolen kisses. secret kisses. kisses on foreheads, on stomachs and on trams. soft kisses, then deep kisses. movies and ice-cream. and dinner with parents. bad jokes. and awesome jokes. intertwined hands. towed cars with big fines. 2:30am phone calls. embarrassed eyes. sleeping in with alarm clock kisses. skype calls. and stubble stroking (my favourite). side eyes. music listening. spooning and neck kisses. guitar playing (him. not me. obviously). facebook creeping. twitter obsessing. singing and laughing. (lots of laughing.) burnt eggs (I’m awful in the kitchen). eggs in toast (mind = blown). vegemite dissing. then (gasp) vegemite eating. and. toe curling.