It is What It is | {L.T./A.I.} | on hold

***NOT BOYxBOY***

My first love stands a perfect height compared to me at five-foot-nine, and his voice is beautifully British, and he smirks when he talks because the words coming out of his perfect lips are probably something brusque and sardonic...satirical and trenchant, and he has a terrible past that he let me see. He never buys me flowers, (he says it’s odd to give the girl you love something that will die on her dresser) and sometimes he tries too hard, and I love him. I do. I love him...

But you see, I also can’t stop thinking about a boy with brown eyes that hold flecks of green, somewhere along the way it became my favorite color. He’s a lot taller and a giant goofball that never stops giggling. Everything about him says that he's happy except the scars on his wrists that he hides with bracelets. He hasn't known me long, but he is the only thing I will ever call home, and I love him. I do. I love him...

A/N: My stories are not at all connected at all, despite my usage of the same names. My character's are real people with personalities I have altered a bit. They are based off real people, but my story is totally made up. All rights reserved.