i’m not a strong believer in love. (i lied) i’m a hopeless romantic. (i’m a realist) i spend my days dreaming rather than doing.
i met someone on the train from brighton to worthing. i’m having difficulty expressing that which has occurred inside of my head and chest since then. for starters, i don’t think i believe in love at first sight, but this seems pretty damn close. but, seeing as i cant remember his name, it wouldn’t make a difference either way.
he’s a year older than me, a dancer from brighton with lovely warm chocolate-y skin, he speaks arabic and has very soft skin. that;s pretty much all i know about him, but for some reason, he’s stuck to my frontal lobe like sticky toffee pudding.
that’s it. i just sort of needed to acknowledge it in some form.