Summertime sadness.

I know, I know, that post about Antwerp is just not showing up, but it will.. I promise!
It's just.. I am busy in my mind with something else.
I was unhappy. Quite a lot somwehere inside.
Someone tried very hard to play me and I almost gave in.
Almost- because I met someone who's good to me.
I am not used to that, so I was suspicious.
How can anyone be truly nice and decent to a girl like me?
Well, He is.
He doesn't lie, he's funny, he makes me smile, not only laugh- I smile.
He tells me nice things. For example: he likes the holes in my cheeks which appear when I smile ;)
I don't like them because they make me look like a little girl, but he kisses them.
He. I would like to spend more time with him.
I hope it will be possible when I'm gonna start living in Amsterdam.
I am always afraid to say that something is realy good. I am afraid that then it can get fucked up.
But I really have a feeling that I'm having something good now..

God, please, let it be good.

P.S. I hate it when suddenly everybody go for a smoke at the same time as I go.

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