Sunny

I don't know much about myself.

I love country music, foggy nights, long drives - especially with all the windows down blasting some Tim McGraw, windy summer evenings, the smell the rain makes, the smell of early Autumn, old tins filled with treasures from the past, picture frames, drinking coca-cola on Summer afternoons.

I love the feeling I get when I open a new book or put a pen in my hand, like anythings possible, like I'm completely free. I love how music can take you to a world that you didn't know existed... or to a world that you knew existed and that you couldn't get to.

I love how crushes and make you feel like a little girl staring up at a poster of a celebrity and planning the wedding that you were sure would happen. I love how just thinking about him makes me gush.

I'm not elegant, I'm not graceful. I'm whimsical. I'm a dreamer. I'm in the clouds. I'm forever on the beach.

I like going to the library just to smell the books. I like dancing in my room when no ones watching. I like going into giftshops to see the postcards. I love seeing people holding hands and taking walks in the park.

I like opening presents and getting emails. I like fairs and ferriswheels - even though I'm too scared to go on them. I like the thought of kissing in the rain. I like those small smiles I see between to people obviously in love.

I love walking, barefoot in fresh cut grass, I love getting the mail in my pajamas. I love being me, who ever I might be.

Someday I'm going to be an author. Someday I'll fall in love.