Somersaults. My tummy does somersaults around you.
The first time I met you was at my interview, you smiled at me and stepped to one side of the staircase to let me walk down before you. 498 more words
Dear Bearded Men:
I love you. Every single one of you, apparently. And that, in fact, was news to me.
I was at a club with my friend Clair not too long ago, fangirling over one of the hairy members of the band that had just played — mostly because I was having a great time out and loved their music. 347 more words