
I've never been the type to pay attention to what others are thinking. I guess I just liked having my own thoughts that were usually something along the lines of 'he's so cute' or 'she's not as pretty as me'. It sometimes crossed my mind to think about what a boy was thinking. I never knew until that 4th of the July with the sweet sunset and the booming fireworks and the green-eyed curly-haired boy whom bumped into me at the concession stand.All Rights Reserved