Those damn eyes
What makes a story work? Is it the plot, the characters, the text? The subtext? And who gives a story meaning? Is it the writer? Or you? I thought I would tell you a little story and let you decide.
I don’t know if I looked for something better. I can say now though, that if I didn’t let my true colors show I don’t know I was really happy? If that makes sense. I don’t know how to put it. I don’t regret any time I was with someone, (except one) but if it didn’t make me shine I didn’t see it lasting I guess. Not that feelings don’t change, don’t get me wrong. I probably sound like an ass here Just know whoever you are, that I wasn’t looking, but at the same time I wasn’t head over heels.
Hanging out with people with good vibes can be the most powerful thing.
Anyone up that feels like talking? Or just listening I guess..