Only In Your Dreams - Flowers from 1970 (concept idea)

Home.

Its been two weeks of me in London and to say the least things are going quite well. I got closer with Isabelle a bit actually and I really like her.

I woke up rather optimistic for the first time in a long time.. I don't even know why, something felt special like nothing  could come in my way or stop me.

A cold Sunday, the chilly air didn't hold the sun back from shining though and neither did the clouds. I headed over to the book Isabelle's hands once touched and the thought of it made me giggle a bit. and it also reminded me, of the green handprints on the wall. for though I couldn't even see George's the thought of it felt so bittersweet. like a sweet candy, that turns sour the longer it sits in your mouth you know? The longer I thought about it the more sour it got. Some people say if you love them, let them go. and that's exactly what I realized I had to do with George. The longer we talked the longer heartbreak would be knowing we couldn't be together. I couldn't hold him back from happiness or a future lover. I did it for his sake because I loved him, and even though I don't want to admit it.. I still do. I really just hope he realizes that. although with the thought of it he probably hates me, but I'm sure he'll get over it eventually. maybe one day, somehow someway we will meet again. In another life, a different universe or a different reality.

I ran down the campus hall when I saw her. her eyes meeting mine, and so wide with shock.. so beautiful. I couldn't  help but admire them a little bit, still trying to look away in hope she wouldn't notice I liked her and it wouldn't make it weird.. but to tell you the truth it was probably pretty painfully obvious I liked her anyway.

although the sudden approach did make the situation sort of awkward, it didn't matter around her, I could be myself. "I was wondering, if you have any time later could you help me with the English essay? the writing is almost finished. I'm just struggling a bit.. But I mean if your busy there is no rush or anything." I said, stuttering as I spoke out of my nervousness. "of course! is 1 pm okay?" her face lit up as she smiled, and a rush of reassurance swept through me. She made me feel safe, okay.. she felt like home, in a time where I felt so homesick she comforted me.

I got so caught up in the moment I nearly zoned out. I nodded and smiled back, but it wasn't a fake forced smile. it was real, a genuine smile. I hadn't had one of those in a long time, since before the cord was cut.