Do you want to know what my problem is? i love you. i love your name, i love the way you look at me. i love your beautiful smile. i love the way you transform a difficult day into one which is radiant and full of joy. this is my problem.
I didn't have to hate summer; I wear jeans and hoodies all year round, so, thankfully, my family just always assumed I was constantly cold. And they assumed i had just gotten paid or there was a sale when I always had new, thick bracelets.