Dragyn-angel

Bar on 7th – m4w - 36 Don't know the name. Don't know if it even has a name. I was sitting at a table, and I smiled and waved you over when I saw you across the room. We talked for a while, but then I said something stupid and you left. I'm sorry, I'd like to make it up to you if you'll let me. Convenience store – m4w - 36 You were behind me in line and dropped your keys. We bent down at the same time, but I managed to snatch them away just before you grabbed them, jangled them for a second to tease you. Just joking, but in hindsight you seemed in a rush, not very amused. My sense of humor isn't always great, but I do have my mom

She was always looking down. She was always doing a lot of things. She was always sighing. And brushing the hair out of her eyes, even though her hair was always pulled back into a pony tail. And she would always say, "please i just don't want you to forget my name," always as if every word should be lowercase. She didn't care if anyone remembered her face, her eyes, her smile, her personality, whether they were friends or relations or strangers or married. She was always talking about how much she wanted to go home. She always said it's where the heart is. She always hated her heart.

"I'm just no good at talking," he said, staring at his hand, fingers entwined in hers. As usual, she wouldn't be denied. "Come on, what were you going to say?" "I don't- alright, fine. I was going to say that even though I'm not good at expressing myself verbally, every... every time I kiss you I say 'I love you' in my head." "Wow..." Her eyes dropped for a few moments before fixing back on his face. "That's pretty lame."