It’s Not What You Say…
“Look” she says, “I won’t be here in a couple of months, so don’t go falling in love, OK.” I don’t say anything. “I mean it la!” she continues, “Fall in love with me and I’ll finish with you.”
“It’s too late.” I tell her. There’s a pause – and then she says she loves me too, although her exact words are,
“Oh grow up you idiot!”
kyle mew 