I think they're all coming to terms with the fact that I'm not a kid anymore.
I can make my own choices.
I can choose who I do and don't spend my time with.
And nobody can stop me.

I think they realise that I'm not gonna stick around for much longer.
I think they can feel it in the air around me.
Because this town just doesn't fit right anymore.

He feels the exact same way.
Only he's been feeling it from the 29th of June, rather than the 27th.
Holy ****.
He's renting a private room so we can spend days doing whatever we like.
This love doesn't appeal to parents,
And this love doesn't appeal to many..
But this love is real.
And I don't care what anyone else has to say.

I thought I knew what love was,

Then I fell in love with you,

I can't believe how clueless I was!

Does love really exist?
Or is it just a silly word used to communicate with someone that your body wants their body. And their body wants your body.
Is love actually a feeling?
People say they're in love
But then in a few seconds of madness they roll over and fall asleep.
Letting out that satisfied sigh.
Tonight I'm thinking love is only a fragment of our imagination.
Created to make us feel less like objects.
But that's all we are.
Objects.

For some reason I think we could work.
I think this feeling between us is strong enough to go the distance.
And maybe I'm relying too much on my over compassionate soul..
But you seem to be pretty **** interested too..

You're looking to impress me
For when you come back in September.
But honestly,
An uncomfortable hostel bed and you would be perfect.
I've no idea what to do, so I'll let you lead..
All I know is you don't need much.
All I need is you.

Waking up to your beautiful face in the form of a virtual message gives me a thrill.
But waking up to your beautiful face right beside me, eyes closed, murmuring sleepy whispers...
That's paradise.