It all happened very fast.
But I was there, with sober breath and tired thoughts and My feet were ddddancing.
And there He was.
Boy from; Train, Pub, general Ek-ness.
Dark short hair, Dark brown eyes, sallow skin. Chunky Grey Cardigan, white tshirt, Nice blue jeans, Cons.
He want's to talk.
And we talk and talk, and Go home and make cups of tea and watch The Hills.
Exchange number, and then, say Goodnight.
"Goodnight,"
"Night."
And on Sunday We meet to eat chinese food and watch The Xfactor and The Only Way Is Essex.
He's quiet, and He's a wee bit older, but, He's Lovely.
He says his R's funny.
Almost skipping them in some words, like arm and pretty.
But I'm pretty damn happy as We wrap arms.
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