and wasn't it a lovely breeze
that swept the leaves
of arbor reeves
and bent a brush of blushing knees
and here we died our little deaths
and we were left to catch our breaths
so swiftly lifting from our chests
isnt it a lovely night?, by the decmberist
Yup... This is it... Flirting with someone way older than myself... I should know better but he keeps dragging me back in... But, it's my fault for telling him my feelings... Oh fucking well... If it goes to far then I'll end it...