Well, that's my excuse.
These are my stories. Someday time and inspiration will meet, and I will have written my novel.
Impulsively, I lean forward and kiss him, stopping his words. This is probably overdue since he's right, we are supposed to be madly in love. It's the first time I've ever kissed a boy, which should make some sort of impression I guess, but all I can register is how unnaturally hot his lips are from the fever.
|Oh God they're kissing again!|
Posted in subservience
|So what the fuck now?|
Posted in mundaneity
|Maybe next year.|