I asked her what kind of music she liked. This was her reply: “This might sound strange, but I really like jazz music.” Her words were music to my ears. Everyday love is dragging me farther down this path, and I like it. I can only hope that she is experiencing something similar towards me in our daily interactions with each other.
Looking across the table at her was intoxicating. The way she smells. The way she plays with her hair. The way she talks. The way she smiles. I’m getting drunk off of her.
Recap: Math midterm: not so hot. Sickness: my forehead feels hot. Jocelyn: just plain hot. Speaking of Jocelyn, I must stop lusting after her. It’s just getting agonizing to hear about her boyfriend. Unless he dies, or moves, or dies, I have no chance.