Poor Journal...

It was either write in my journal, or write on my blog. Unfortunately for the journal, I type much faster.

I was going through recycling and found something I wrote...

Wandering best buy... She's bored, but she smiles anyway. That warm, adorable, sexy smile. Even as I leave without buying anything, I leave with everything I want. We wait for the train in the chilly night, but I don't need an excuse to share my heat with her. Her eyes twinkle with little secrets, which she'll reveal later. I could have driven, but I'm in no hurry to get anywhere, next to her is where I want to be.

Strangely, I don't remember who this was written about. I think it might have been fictional.

Wonder if I even have any readers left...