I asked myself if there's this slight probability that I might fall in love with you.

Then the war starts.

My standards versus my happiness are fighting over the fact that I might give in. Well, maybe. I don't really know. It's been way too long since I last felt this; the vibrations, the adrenaline. But you're too young, well I guess that's what they'll describe it in this generation. I'm too old for a boy who's a year or two younger than me. It's the way how everyone's minds work now. And I guess, mine's included in the sea of endless judgments, thoughts.

It's been what, three months? And he's still on my mind.

I don't know what to do.