Claire
I'd never really understood why people listen to songs about relationship break-ups when they're going through a break-up themselves. I always wondered why anyone would choose to make themselves more depressed with the same song on repeat. Now I understand completely, thanks to Andrew Stephenson and his lips, the harrowing song I'd had playing on repeat, since he drove me home from the park without a word uttered between us, was speaking volumes to the crushing agony inside my chest.
I didn't ask for him to kiss me but I wasn't going to stop him either, I never asked for him to take up space inside my head but there he was, consuming my every thought, the good thoughts from the way his tongue felt as he swept it against my own so naturally, to the bad thoughts of him telling me t
