what he thinks.

or at least what i imagine he would think :P

I took the sharpie from her
hand. She said feel free to write
anything right here, and she
pointed to her wrist. Then her
forearm. I thought about my phone
number. Nah. Too cheesy & obvious.
I want her to know but not carry it like a
dead weight. Something light. A
poem? Too long. A haiku? I don't even know
what that is! Ok, so, how about a word?
perfect length...hmm...ok. But
what word? Think...think...think...She's
getting impatient. Better hurry. Well
girls like emotion so..how about I
tell her how I feel? ok...go.
Perfect...no
Hopeful...ack. no.
Peaceful...ahahah what a joke.
Then it comes to me. I write on herarm; along with a kiss on the
cheek. The girl with that word on
her arm:


<3 Love <3