I fell in love again on Saturday.

She’s twenty-two. And witty. And brilliant. And beautiful. And perfect. I melt into those brown eyes. I can stare at the curves of her face for hours.

This.

This is my curse.

I fall in love with every girl I meet.

What happens next? We shall see.

Signed, the ever-optimistic romantic.

What i'm listening to:

The Sounds of Silence
Disturbed
Immortalized