twelve august
eleven : oh-one p.m.

back on the stoop in the night heat, strangers and missing pets and chocolate covered strawberries.

"read the back of my shirt. isn't it sweet?" you leaned forward, glanced behind you to watch me read it.

and all it said was "love in the making," and i hoped you couldn't see me blushing.

standing up after goodbyes and goodnights and i'll-see-you-tomorrows, and you grabbing me before i could walk away. a hug and another almost kiss.




listen : radiohead