Dear Ariella,
I picked you up at promptly 3:37, but you weren't ready till' 3:39 and a half.
You looked gorgeous.
You had a knee length, spaghetti strap yellow sundress on, with little daises scattered throughout.
You blew my mind.
I took you to a campsite and layed down on the grass with you.
I read you a Nicholas Sparks novel, Down The Road
While you twirled your blue hair between your fingers.
I showed you my tattoo.
You just gasped, not a word escaping your pressed lips.
I think I took the one chance you gave me to scare you away.
God, I'm an idiot.
At least you distracted me from my blades.
I think they miss me
Like I missed you.
-Lucas
