And the girl with the messy blonde hair... the hair that kisses her shoulders ever so slightly and sways in the wind... she keeps my heart in her cold hands to keep them warm. I don’t mind though, she’s very gentle with it. Ever so slightly pushing the border... that smile she lets me see is dangerous. The small gap between her front teeth that makes her ever so slightly cuter, her glasses, her freckles, her rosy cheeks. The way her style makes me feel like I’m in a dreamland... her lips touch my cheek so lightly, but it means so much. The way her fingertips are so gentle... like I’m something so delicate that I need special care. She’s lethal to me, I know. I know. I just can’t help it...