ride [l.t]

vi. louis

i can imagine how she smells like,
maybe like mint and strawberry,

i can imagine what she writes about in her notebook. some quotes and sad songs.

i can guess her favorite colour is blue, and her favorite book is the beginning of everything.

i can guess she likes the fray and all time low, if she's into bands at all.

i can picture her cuddled in a warm blanket with a box of tissues by her side as she watches her favorite sappy movie.

and god, i can imagine her voice, so pure, innocent, like a broken melody i'd immediately fall in love with.

i can imagine having a strong friendship with her, maybe even more, only if i didn't catch my ride.