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So i made the mistake of going on a date.
And normally
that wouldn't be a bad thing
except normally i dont go on dates
with the best friend
of the guy i genuinely love.
But anyway.
Usually the first
and only
thing out of my mouth
when i go out with someone tends to be:
hi im kayla
Followed by that insufferable silence that you keep trying to fill
with stories about football
and your sisters ballet shoes.
Except this time those three words were followed by a series of statements
i wish i could shove right back down my throat
because to be honest i really shouldn't be telling you all of these things on a first date anyway.
Especially when the series of statements started out with the phrase:
ten things you should know before we date
as if i actually expected this to last.
One.
my favorite color is green.
Not forest green or lime green
but the green that you see when you look deep into your best friends perfectly blue eyes
and discover a flaw in them.
The green that you can't help but be captivated by
because you didn't expect it to be so stunning.
Two.
i am a sucker for blue eyes and messy caramel hair
which means i love the small details about people.
And that's the problem.
I focus on the details
rather than the big picture
and end up missing the whole movie.
Three.
I am broken
which means that
four
i have a road map tattooed on my upper thighs
and the color’s too light to be ink
and too white to be stretch marks.
Five.
i am terrified of everything related to love hope and trust
because it only takes one to push you past your breaking point.
And trust me you don't want to get there.
Six.
i am a poet
so i hope you can decode my web of letters
that create masterfully woven stories of indescribable pain.
Seven.
I am terrified of heights
but not afraid of falling.
So if i fall for you
make sure i'm not up too high.
The last thing you want me to do
is shatter us both when i land.
Eight.
I am clingy
and i won't be the one to let go first
so if you're done with me make it clear
because i wont see the hints.
Nine.
i am an old soul.
So when you catch me staring at a typewriter
or handwriting letters in cursive so intricate it could be an embroidery design
just smile and walk away.
Chances are i'm lost somewhere around nineteen fifty two 
and my hair is in curlers
with red lipstick kisses marking my envelopes.
But because i'm an old soul
i don't quite know where i belong just yet.
So ten
Don't let me get lost
before i get to explore the things every girl should see.
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