dear danelle

xiii.

she had her earphones plugged in that morning.

she had a braid on the left side of her head.

she wore tight black jeans (you could see her skinny legs)

and white tank top (you could see her collarbones)

and vans with leopard pattern.

she was beautiful.

"what are you listening to?" i asked curiously.

"hotel california" she said simply.

"you know i-" i started, but then cut myself off. blimey, i almost said her i love her. well, it isn't a lie, but maybe i'll destroy our f r i e n d s h i p.

{i don't know does it even exist}

but still, i love her.

"you what, young boy?" she threathened.

"uhm - i - i gotta go" i said and left her behind as i felt my face reddening.