How am I expected to sleep after you ask to be my partner. Do you know how intimate this can get? Clearly you do. I hope that was your plan. It certainly was mine, thank god you were brave enough to initiate.
You can't sit behind me, latch your arms across my chest, and tell me "how well im doing" into my ear like a goddamn wattpat fanfiction if you expect me to sleep at night.
Well, i suppose you can. You were told to after all (except the praise, I like to think that was your own choice to add), and may not have thought much of it.
Except i hope you do too. I hope youre equally as restless as me tonight. Anyways, this, sleeping, is surley an impossible task being asked of me. I can still smell you. Can you smell me? I was wearing When the Rain stops by Maison Margella. I sprayed my gi early in the day, so that it would fade, but not to much. Just enough that you can smell it up close, yet not overhwlem the senses from afar. I hope you can smell me, cause I think i smlled nice.
Oh god the human brain is an awful thing. I'm suddenly thinking of every emberassign thing i did and said. how i accidently spat a little bit when i spoke, however if you did that itd be adorable. How insly firzzle and messy my hair looked after class, Yours was messy in a cute tussled baywatch way. Mine was messy in a oger way. How red and sweaty and spotty my face looked, while yours was shiney and flushed in a perfectly hot abecrombie and fitch poster way.
God, your'e half the reason I chose to sign up to be honest.
You asked if you remembered my name correctly, i said yes, you said thank god. You also asked me about the competition. You're paying attention. God I hope youre not this kind to everyone.