it's summer holiday now. that means you'll get to see lots of new people. and believe it or not, but i searched for you in every boy i saw. i searched for an unruly mop of curls, for hazy freckles on cheeks, for gleaming hazel eyes - i searched for you. but you are currently at a twelve-hour drive from here. and i am sadly not permitted to drive.
YOU ARE READING
for the guy with the grey sweater
Short Storyfor the guy i see every so often but i'm too shy to talk to
