Hunter, looking at the field, spotted a golden head bob out to the field and clap its tiny hands. Mini targets popped up. Hunter stared, mesmerized by those golden locks. Of course, he would never admit, but he might have been I tiny bit in love with her. He watched her.
'I know the scariest part is letting go, because love is a ghost you can't control. I promise the truth can't hurt us now, so let the words flow out of your mouth" -The Words, Christina Perri
5000th post 8/3/13