" But then again, life itself is a paradox. All in betweens and slow dances between yes & no.
Maybe what I would like is certainty and promise. I want a sunday morning, 2:49pm phone calls, unwashed dinner plates in the sink, two towels needing a tumble-dry. Two tooth-brushes. Grocery bills worth two & a half stomachs.
To know the taste of someone's laugh. Something that started as butterfly kisses that burned into a slow bloom of an inferno.
But Monday will come and life continues."
MY FINAL HIGH SCHOOL EXAMS ARE OVER. I can finally write & continue mini novellas. So, the above^ is the very start of a new short story I wrote today. Eeeek. I cannot wait to write without the pressure of school work. I have missed this very much. Typed to: Youth- Troye Sivan Night night lovely. xo