Oh, so pretty. So nice to sit across the dinner table looking at such a pretty face. Such a sweet boy. Old enough to say interesting and clever things. Young enough to still be wearing the face of an angel.
Will we see each other, again, I don’t know. I did not feel waves of scorching passion coming off him, but there was a warm, steady current of Like that could probably be converted into Strongly Like if we were to spend any time alone together. So we’ll see. We’re both busy now for a couple of weeks (because he has got important MODELLING to do, yo) so I said I would text him then and see what’s happening.
Is this going to be my big summer romance? Probably not. But it could possibly become a little something something if we don’t rush it and if the sun shines on it just right.
Jah Roots: Good Highs (2006)