Why? Because I was too busy sucking face with a boy who I would have died for a kiss back in the second grade.
I exaggerate.
It's funny that things turned out this way. The boy of my dreams is officially, truely mine, and now, I don't want him anymore. Logically of course (but since when do girls think logically), he's perfect. He's the one I've been wishing on a star for for the last two years, and whoops I tripped on his lap, landed on the sofa into his arms and onto his lips.
I didn't peg myself as one. Somehow I ended up as one.
