But this time, happily.
For the sweet smell of summer and big brown eyes, for dancing barefoot through the arb and saying "no, I won't be that girl, the one that hopelessly chases that guy," for being banished to my room by the housemates for laughing too loud and stopping to breathe much more often.
A random conversation:
"Do you like flowers?"
"No."
"Too girly?"
"Yes."
"Would you like them if I picked them in the forest for you?"
"Yes."
((pause))
"Because I picked them?"
"Yes."
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