Stupid Cinderella bullshit. 12:30 my ass.
If I don't get to spend tomorrow with you, then I don't know what... the breakfast club, and Barack and Bright Eyes. Oh, there's no way I can miss out....
I'm scared
because what if this isn't one of those silly crushes I get when I start hanging out with new people? What if this is something different?
All I know is,
it's so hard to concentrate on Stephane and Stephanie when I can smell your cologne and I can hear you breathe and I can feel your leg brushing mine.
I hope I don't come on too strong. I hope I can eventually stop worrying.
No new years kiss, but your presence is intoxicating enough.
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