When I go to bed late at night and everyone's already asleep, I feel like calling Henry. When I wake up to the sound of Chloe's early morning routine hours later (the shower, dancing around in transparent clothing, drinking a shot of something strong with her coffee) I don't. I think it has to do with the darkness and how it changes the way everything looks.
And still I can't get him out of my mind. It's not like with Carl, the image is so much more defined and the emotion stronger. It doesn't mean I care more for him, only that my body responds to his boyish charm like a shy little school girl. Chloe urges me to call him ("imagine taking advantage of someone as cute as him!") but there's someone else I have to talk to first.
How are you this summer, my dear ones?
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