He looks at me and I don't stop smiling, leaning in to kiss him. Right as we're about to kiss, I pull back and grin micheviously, "Catch me if you can," I chuckled, diving under and swimming in the opposite direction.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
We lean in to kiss but she pulls away at the last second, smirking and darting off with a "Catch me if you can" remark. I shake my head and dive under after her, hoping to catch up.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I don't say anything for a moment, thinking. Dark hair will bring out her eyes. I set a hand on the side of her face and kiss her instead of responding.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind. — Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind