in a hundred words.

So here I am, listening to yet another Taylor Swift song and trying hard not to think of you when she describes boys with raven hair and brown eyes that capture your heart completely.

I’m obviously failing.

By some weird coincidence, you tap me on the shoulder just as I am in the middle in a rather impressive rendition of Teardrops on my Guitar. I snap my mouth shut and my eyes widen in mortification as you stare at me amusedly.  

“I never did understand why she didn’t just tell Drew,” you say, tweaking my nose affectionately.

No, you wouldn’t.