count-on-me

She leans over the desk to write and even though I feel bad for doing it, I watch her body as she does. Her shirt lifts just a little as she__ bending over and whether she__ aware of it or not, her lower back is exposed. I__e spent the last eight years ignoring this girl, but one small view of her back and it__ putting my body into overdrive. I__e never wanted to kiss someone there so much in my life.

She's not like other girls because she's different. I want her kind of different.

A strange fact of life is that usually people who are counted out somehow transform into the action figures doing the toughest of times that people can count on.

The first real memory I have, is one of the first times I was old enough to remember being at your house. We must have been about three, maybe four. I came and sat down beside you while you were playing and it__ like, even then, you knew I wasn__ anything special because you just ignored the hell out of me.