I glance to the beach after she swears and find another guy. Looking back at Rayah, I don't bother holding back my confusion or why she swore at his sudden appearance here.
"What's wrong?" I ask, holding her close, "Who is that guy?"
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I shrug, hiding behind him, "I don't think it's a good idea to go talk to him considering what I'm wearing..." I whisper, wrapping my arms around his torso.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Don't aim at success--the more you aim at it and make it a target, the more you are going to miss it. For success, like happiness, cannot be pursued; it must ensue, and it only does so as the unintended side-effect of one's dedication to a cause greater than oneself or as the by-product of one's surrender to a person other than oneself. — Viktor E. Frankl