Tagged: Love (951)

I feel kinda free, he says. He had recently accepted the concept of corduroy. You don’t look good in green, she says. Just feel it, he says.

He was a clueless man and brought her dandelions. How old are you? she sighed. But you love yellow, he said. And they look like your pee pee

And then they saw the falls and she was kind of mesmorized and said, Make sure I don’t jump and he decided maybe not to hold her that tight.

He jumps from the tree and knows that his ankle is shattered. You are such an idiot, she says. Not now, he says. If not now, when, she asks.