Like a tree losing its leaves. I forget even the thing I was thinking.
Statement: A girl and a boy jump into a river. The boy swims over to the girl and says, "God, it's cold." Question: What's the probability they will kiss?
That slow smile again. I love that smile! DId I think he was ugly just now? No, his face is transformed.
We make patterns, we share moments. Sometimes, I think I'm the only one to see it.
She needed food. Diets didn't count in a crisis.
I shrug him off. 'Can't you just go away?" There's a moment. It has a sound in it, as if something very small got broken.