He scratches the back of his neck, "Uh... skill? In... like... I'm failing at this. I like you. I thought I could manage to still act like I have a brain when I see you, but I apparently can't."
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 smile and turn around, studying him, "Is it too cold?"
,,,,,,,,,,,,,, Rayah
I smile and nod, glancing at the stove while biting my lip, "Now...how to cook," I chuckle, looking over cookbooks. There are so many words in here I don't understand...
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. — Mark Twain