This time, I didn't just shoot into the conversation.
I waited until the perfect moment but seeing as it was me, there was no perfect moment.
So I gave up on being "perfect" and wrote to you ten minutes before class ended.
- Hal
゜・。。・゜☆゜・。。・゜☆ ゜・。。・゜☆ ゜・。。・゜
me? perfect? impossible.
me: hey alice
alice: hal oh hal oh hal
me: what's with repeating my name?
alice: well one wouldn't normally start a conversation like 10 or so minutes before class is going to end
me: well that's me ;)
alice: were you trying to play hard to get?
me: nope not really. just trying to be perfect c:
alice: you? perfect? impossible :p no one can be perfect
me: i can be perfect!
alice: not really no one can
me: you meanie *cries*
*i heard you giggling*
alice: no i'm not :3 i'm just extra nice
me: really?
*bell rings*
*i get up and slightly smile at you and then left*
April 4, 2011
゜・。。・゜☆゜・。。・゜☆ ゜・。。・゜☆ ゜・。。・゜
In those ten minutes, it seemed like heaven.
AND I can be perfect if I want!
*pouts*
- Hal
YOU ARE READING
alice.
Short StoryDO NOT COPY THIS IDEA THANKS c: –––––– Alice. That was her name. We had our conversations through notes. I started the conversations. I loved them, even though they were short. She was my Hazel Grace but I wasn't her Augustus Waters. Our fate was to...
