(first/last impressions)
- he had the most interesting name/ i found him on Instagram but couldn't manage to press the follow button
- i beat him in a race and he cried/ i haven't seen him since
- she told me she was psychic/ she wrote me a letter goodbye
- she asked me if my people were evil/ she liked my profile picture on Facebook
- i told her a secret/ she didn't keep it
- i wanted to be her when i grew up/ i follow her fashion blog
- i liked her purple hair and quirky attitude/ we could have been the best of friends
- her eyes were the biggest i had ever seen (and that's including my own)/ she just finished class (i have to include that she's my best friend or she'll never forgive me #hizee #shoutouttomyhomegirl)
- 100% thought she was conniving and two faced/ still do
- i don't remember/ she blocked me as if i was the one who did something wrong
- he was zach braff's doppleganger/ i tried to help him get his girl back, but she was no longer his to keep
- i noticed the metal in his arm and his nervous smile/ i flew home
- we met at a funeral/ i realized he was never going to become the man i wanted to marry
- he was a skinny boy on the beach with a goofy smile/ we lost touch
- i thought he was indian, but then i remembered we were in lebanon/ i broke his heart
- she had hair like mine and read just as fast as me/ we were hipster before hipster was even a thing
- he made a point/ he made his point
- she was effortlessly in love with what she did/ i got an A in her class
- there was something about his eyes + he bought me goldfish (bonus points)/ no amount of time travel can make you fall in love with someone
- i thought she was crazy/ turns out she actually is, but the good kind
- i thought he was crazy/ turns out he is, but not the good kind
- he teased and borderline bullied me/ he's my homeboy now
- we met in a taxi (very ethan hawke meets julie delpy a la before sunrise) and i thought, "why is this boy talking to me?"/ he didn't ask for my number
- he was a complete enigma/ still is
- he was always in the back of my mind/ he's all i think about
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