I guess in an extremely confident manner, I had a flaming desire to show him what he wasn't aware he needed..... I shared my -2 vision for settling and positive 1.75 for flying beyond the limits. He shared sparingly. I was ready to cut the frayed losses when he exhibited intelligence. He became intrigued with the honesty in my writing and I laced up my apron. Conditioning began with jumping to digital messages; he wouldn't think twice about my suggestion under altered conditions after the bewitching hour. He layered words appealing to a single girl's ears with honest observations. Although his technique was transparent, my interest had peaked. Lips locked, my rom-com narrator followed me through the steps if 6 through 9. I broke my hard-to-get rules to "live a little." Like I said, there was no step by step for this one, so I flew by the seat of his immature pants. I'm not saying he was young, but I felt young when I was with him. Few and far between since he was transfixed with other flavors; he had to "taste the rainbow." Skittles boy, with no real desire to walk away from the vending machine, still held a sweetness I couldn't resist. I'm not faulting him-- I've been there... Hell, I didn't fumble with change; I had the key. I'm not certain I wanted the vending machine key anymore. He could sense my hankering for junk food was fleeting, so he made sure to convey with explicit reasons, why he needed the rainbow. I'd like to think I could have colored his perception, but deserted desire makes the point moot. So, arguably I was pushed out and and am still taking steps. Ironic that Steph is having trouble stepping away from this one. Meanwhile, row A through D is calling me from my vending machine. One foot. No, no, forward. Don't look down. Put the Candy Crushers out of sight and get back into your own mind. I guess in an extremely confident manner, I had a flaming desire to show him what he wasn't aware he needed. The spontaneity of trips and song lyrics, the Swagger of a frolicker, and the appetite of eviction in all categories.
The painful puns, crescendoing to roof-shaking cackling, and goofy grins shot from all directions with 100% accuracy of hitting its target. The foundation of a female with a campfire heart, crackling with faith and ambition. Open minded ears, empathetic eyes, and a freckled embrace, but those weren't his parts of interest. He dismissed every playful accusation, even though I knew their validity. The chase drove me up a wall and then drove me nowhere at all. There's no pinterest instructions for this DIY.
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