first text message since i moved to london
1:04 a.m
me//hey
1:09
c//hey
1:10
me//how are you
1:14
c//good. and you
1:15
me//ok
1:18
c//where are you
1:20
me//far away from you so i can't hurt you anymore
1:21
c//stop it
1:22
me//stop what
1:24
c//you know what I mean, get over it
1:24
me//no
1:24
c//you can't hold on forever
1:25
c//change of topic, tell me something i don't know about you.
1:27
me//why
1:28
c//we both need a distraction
1:29
me//fine
me//about what
1:30
c//anything- what's your favourite colour, memory, place, eye type I dunno
1:31
me//okay
me//you know i like to tell stories about things
1:32
c//tell me one then
1:32
me//here goes
me//i've always liked eyes that weren't brown.
me//i mean, i'd probably still like your your eyes if they were brown but I've had this substantial enjoyment of intricately coloured eyes. it is probably because i myself have nothing but ordinary brown eyes. there's nothing bold and pretty about them.
me//blue eyes are electric and beautiful, they go nicely with dark hair too-but what are the chances you'd find someone like that.
me//hazel eyes are pretty. they are a little bit like a more attention stealing brown.
me//multi-colour eyes are precious. you can see the whole world through them.
me//green is nice too. green is vibrant, or even flutteringly dull. mixed with blue, green is mesmerizing.
me//i am no artist but i know the ways that you portray eyes are important. eyes are the door to your heart, eyes are what makes me blush when i talk to you and feel like i've been staring into yours too long. your eyes are what lets you see me through.
me//if you do at all anymore.
me//i like the green blue of your eyes. they aren't too bright, they're deep.
me//deep enough to have unfortunately pulled me into, i wish i stayed longer.
*read {by c} at 1:40 a.m*
2:14 a.m
me//goodnight
*read {by c} at 2:14 a.m*
YOU ARE READING
Text Me
Teen Fiction"i know that my life is no fairytale. that you'll still think of me as the one who would never have a chance at life, so you gave me yours. then i shattered your heart. i know that this won't have a cliché ending, where i won't make it a day and c...
