𝙉𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙙 // 𝙇𝙤𝙪𝙞𝙨 𝙏𝙤𝙢𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙁𝙖𝙣𝙁𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙪𝙚

The way his thin lips are holding the cigarette makes me feel jealous. Nevertheless, the way he's playing the guitar makes my heart melt.

I think I need somebody to mend it. Maybe he's the perfect person for it... Even though, he's the one who's causing it.

Life's too short to be insecure about liking somebody much older than you personally are.

Why to keep stereotyping that age gaps are intolerant? Don't take me wrong, people should be aware of the complications and not going further than it is... normal?

Wait, isn't it a weird word? Yes, it is, but I can't think of any other now, let's leave it like this...

His longer hair makes him look older, and actually, I'm here for that look. The baseball cap suits him. On the other hand, it makes him look younger, which is not something bad.

"Hey, are you even here, Pooh?" Suddenly my friend kicked me under the dining table, when
I haven't even started eating, while everybody else had been eating for a good amount of time now.

"'Course" I nodded with a sense of embarrassment.

This, ladies and gentlemen, embodies how obsessed I am with my neighbour. If this happening frequently to me? — pretty much yes...

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Hi!
That was Prologue. Some of you could guess that this story - or book, if you like - was inspired by the photograph of Louis in media. Describing pictures is something what
I really don't like, so I hope it was at least a little bit readable...

See you in first chapter!
Sweet dreams
– Philomath