Yes, St. Claire. I like you. But I can't say it aloud, because he's my friend. And friends don't let other friends make drunken declarations and expect them to act upon them the next day
I look at you, and I think about you, and ... I don't know. No one has ever confounded me the way you do.
I'm sorry," he says. "What? Why?" "You're fixing everything I set down." He nods at my hands, which are readjusting the elephant. "It wasn't polite of me to come in and start touching your things." "Oh, it's okay," I say quickly, letting go of the figurine. "You can touch anything of mine you want." He freezes. A funny look runs across his face before I realize what I've said. I didn't mean it like that. Not that that would be so bad.
I'm saying I'm in love with you! I've been in love with you this whole bleeding year!
Life isn’t about what you get, it’s about what you DO with what you get.
Phones are distracting. The internet is distracting.The way he looked at you? He wasn't distracted. He was consumed.
Har. Bloody. Har.