Doorbell is not working.
He wore a light purple long sleeve shirt with white stripes that blends in so well with the colour purple.
“Why are you looking at me?”
“I like your shirt.”
“I have the same shirt in blue and pink too.”
I like him even more.
He doesn’t read my blog and I don’t think he ever will. He’s just not the kind of person who reads.
And also not the kind of person whose mind can be read.
Sometimes I think I don’t know him at all.