want need to go to Paris. I need the streets, the Coffee, the Music, the Art, the Bridges, The Café Fluers, the traces of Gabrielle Chanel. Oh, Paris.
Its been troubling me. I think i love him. But do I really, if i only ‘think’? Fuck thinking just act. But then i think. And i wait. Im waiting. Always waiting. But will anything ever happen? Do i go for it, and risk the loss of my best friend?
Love. Gets you down. Lifts you up. Shakes you round all over the place.