Who did she think she was? I hate love, I hate this feeling of being immature and wanting to hit her in the gut. Lately, I have been getting scared, scared that I would lose him. I would toss all my coins to the wishing well-wishing that he was my forever.
“Steph”
“Steph” Casey called me again
I faked a smile “what is going on in that head of yours?”
“thinking how the theory of personality is going to be a bore”
“I heard she is really good, and she look hot at that age”
I gave her a weird look “age? Is she not in her thirties”
“no silly__ she is in her forties” she was older than Daniel, it's not like it changes anything but still.
“how is Tintin__ is she still not taking your calls” I changed the topic
“no__ I gave up on that__” she frown “what the use of having a friend who c
