isla-and-the-happily-ever-after

I laugh, and it sounds like I've been sucking helium.

I doubted myself, and that made me doubt you. But you weren__ the problem. You were never the problem. I should have trusted you, but I didn__, because I couldn__ trust myself.

I don't know what I believe. I guess that makes me a Christmas Tree Agnostic.

I__ beginning to think that maybe it__ okay to be a blank canvas. Maybe it__ okay that my future is unknown. And maybe,_ I say with another smile, __t__ okay to be inspired by the people who do know their future.

A blank canvas...has unlimited possibilities.

I'd like to point out that we've had zero problem reaching each other's mouths.

You__e crafted this bored veneer, but you__e always giving yourself away in moments like that. In the moments that really matter.

Hot. I__e been upgraded to hot.No one has ever called me hot. Cute? Yes. Adorable? yes, often and it makes me want to punch them. I didn__ know short girls could even be hot. I thought I__ been permanently relegated to elfin-pixie-child status.

I don't care about anything. But I care about you.

The way he looked at you? He wasn__ distracted. He was consumed.

We straighten , bu our snickering is barely contained as we attempt to focus our attention on a picture of a discarded Coke can. "This guy's lady love is kind of a slob, don't you think?" he whispers.I cover my mouth with my hands again."A reaaaaaaaal litterbug.""Stop it," I hiss. My eyes are watering. "Ohmygod look at this one! How did he get her toenail clippings?""If you were my girl," he whispers, "I'd take creepy pictures of your trash when I knew you weren't looking.""If you were my girl," I whisper back," I"d put the creepy pictures in a foreign museum so you wouldn't know that I take creepy pictures.