Young Love.

"tell me have you seen the boy I met just once before."

So, I am forgetting everything from now on. The past is exactly that, it's past, no longer important to me. Guess what I'm looking forward to? The future. What's to come? Phone numbers, rain and sun, holidays, new friends. I love meeting new people, it's something that comes all inclusive with that "future" package I recieved. I chucked my Past in the bin, it was getting old.

I can't wait for tomorrow. I havent seen "Barlatoni" in a whole week. He well fancies me. Actually, for all I know, he might not... he might just be rediculously polite. Haha, I amuse myself sometimes.
No, I think he's 'swell'. He doesn't mind my crazy, yet. I accidently did that thing where I start sounding like I'm married to him and taking everything he says in the wrong context. He didn't mind. I've never been asked to go to the cinema before, something to look forward to (cause I love the future).

I can't wait for life to pick itself up again.