i’m not like other girls. actually, i’m nothing like other girls. and that girl u saw get on the bus earlier isn’t like other girls either. it’s surprising, really. it’s almost as if everybody is different from each other. holy shit
But with her, I didn’t glance around to see who was staring before I kissed her and held her in my arms. I simply did it. Because it didn’t matter who was looking, for the first time in my life I didn’t care. And that’s how I know she is different.