St(r)uck

March 23, 2016

Green eyes flashing at me.

Wispy eyelashes bowing down to the sun.

The left side of his mouth curves up into a smirk, I am thankful it wasnt the right.

"When nothing goes right, go left." I swear it's like he can read my mind.

I squeak out a laugh that accidentally runs into an I love you

along the way.

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