Tuesday, July 19, 2011

It's complicated.

This morning I knew what I was doing. And I knew what I wanted and who I wanted and everything was lovely.

And then everything got mega-confusing and now there isn't enough air to breathe and my knees are all weak and my body feels all full of fluids and I am so confused and I don't know what to do.

I'm blaming this quasi-relationship on those hands of his and I'm blaming its quasi-downfall on another pair of hands. They're both so beautiful and they leave me breathless and I end up doing reckless things without thinking because of those hands.

It's hard to explain, really.

Do you think either of them even noticed my eyelashes? The actual boys themselves, I mean. Not the hands.

Any number to the power of zero is one.
All my love,


morgan.jo said...

If you don't call me soon, I'm filing a police report.

We need to talk.


Anonymous said...

Miss Baird, I would like to see you. I miss you. Madison, Emily, you, and I really need to have a girls night so that we can talk all about our weird love lives. Mine is really weird lately. Soon, k?

--Megan Jensen

han. said...

Oh Addy Sue...... I love this story.