He said in an inebriated voice.
I wasn't sure what to say to this. How to feel. Whether I should have looked into his eyes or to avert them.
I looked down at the flowers next to me. Pink. Yellow. White. They were so pretty. I didn't know what kind of flowers they were. He didn't know either.
"I stole them from someones yard. " He said earlier, when I asked where they came from. He laughed as he said this. I laughed along with him.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
"Don't take this seriously, but I love you."
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