Who would have guessed that romance hadn’t died?
I mean the romance before texting, emailing and Facebook. Before a jumble of signals and markings where sent between two people in some rushed hast, only to accomplish that mouse click change on your profile from "single" to "in a relationship”.
The kinda romance that gives you butterfly’s, raises the hair on the back of your neck and makes your palms sweat.
I crave for the romance you only glimpse in books, the kinda stuff that's almost painful to watch. I want some stranger to walk up to me and start a conversation and in fifty years we can tell our grandchildren a story their proud off. I want the chaste kisses, the dances in the rain, the breathless screaming over stupid problems and the most of all I want them to want it too. Not to be an act to slip into my pants.
Is it so wrong to want a guy to buy you a drink, hold the door open and kiss you goodnight when he drops you off home.
Well as I said, who would have guessed?
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Crossed Tracks
Подростковая литератураThis is not some school yard love , that we readers crave these days. This is a story of how girl meets boy . How there life’s entwine though a series of events . These two are unlike normal teenagers , although they would like to pretend they aren...
