We are spooning and I am trying very, very, hard to stay still. It's the first time our bodies have been against each other. The electricity could light whole cities. My body feels like jumping up and down, or think of Charlie. "I've got a golden ticket. I'VE GOT A GOLDEN TICKET." Breathing is complicated, like algebra 2, or why we do the things we do. Only 30 seconds have gone by, this is worse than holding breathe under water. I want to say so many things and no thing. I feel everything.

My grades need to be higher.
My weight needs to be lower.
My stomach needs to be flatter.
My wallet needs to be fatter.
My skin needs to be tanner.
My teeth need to be whiter.
My heart needs to be stronger.
My friends need to be uglier.
My face needs to be prettier.
My hair needs to be longer.
My skirt needs to be shorter.
My body needs to be hotter.
My image needs to be cooler.
My boobs need to be bigger.
My waist needs to be smaller.
Society really knows how to make you feel like shit.

I
crave
a love
so
deep
that the ocean
would
be jealous.

Eu não sei para onde vou, mas vou. Vens comigo?

Coincidência e destino

"Well, look who I ran into", crowed Coincidence.

"Please", flirted Fate, "this was meant to be".