Opinions are like assholes, everyone has one but they think each others stink.

I’m staring into chocolate eyes. although my brain is clouded and I’m dizzy, I know enough to register that chocolate is the opposite of blue. I don’t want blue. Blue confuses me too much. Chocolate is straight-forward, easier to deal with.

You are the one girl that made me risk eveything for a future worth having.

Sometimes things are better off forgotten.

And while my mind is telling me I'm flirting with her just to prove a point, my body wants to play "you show me your perky privates and I'll show you mine.

This is a team of gay dudes, isn't it?" What gave it away? The pink shirts, or half our team drooling over you?

This connection we have isn't going away, it's only getting stronger. Because the more I spend time with her, the closer I want to be.