Okay, i've hidden a secret from all y'all. I secretly adore writing. who knew right? But steal my stories and im calling copyright! It's legit mine. I wrote this about, oh, thrity seconds ago. Spur of the moment type thing. alright, here goes:
CRUSH CRUSH CRUSH
For about the millionth time, Tina promised herself she would never fall in love again. It wasn't the who fact that a guy would have the guts to stand her up on the date, it was the fact that she would set her hopes up to innumerable standards and ended up again and again disappointed. Maybe it was never about the guys at all, it was her stupid ego and high standards that ended up hurting the most. The worst way to lose something is to want it too much.
It was a cold winter night in Paris as the wind swept through the streets, scattering the fallen snow on the paths and rattling the braches of the trees. Her flimsy cashmere cardigan was not nearly warm enough for this harsh wind, as she hurried down the street, rubbing her slender shoulders with her freezing hands for warmth. "I hate France. Note to self: Move as far away as possible, ASAP!" she murmured angrily in her slight accent.
A quick passerby sped by, slamming her right shoulder. She quickly spun around, ready to angrily flip the stranger her middle finger. "HEY YO-" She began, but the familiar face that gave that lopsided half-smile stopped her dead mid-sentance.