it's that kind of thing that makes you smile 1 month later, when you remember it. he's that kind of person that whispers "alligator" after someone says "see you later". you're that type of person that doesn't dare holding his hand when you're at the subway and he's really close and doesn't notice you passing by. it's that kind of weather that makes you go in cemeteries and take photos of them dead people's stories written on cold stones. it's that kind of street that makes you tip-toe on every cubic stone, murmuring the "alice in wonderland" song, but not even trying to do that dance. it's that kind of store that smells so good it makes you check what's upstairs, even tho it's the origami section and you hate origami for being so complicated simple. it's that kind of stare that makes your heart pump a little bit more blood through your veins, just because his eyes are black. it's that kind of place that makes you go back home and wear leggings, even tho it's bloody freezing outside and you're no english girl. it's that kind of caffe with that kind of muffin that makes you try for over 1 hour make the internet work, just because you like that british accent of his whispering directions in your ear(s). it's that kind of clock that makes you take photos of it for several times, same angle, hoping that the sun will come out and the clock would actually work. it's that kind of free cappuccino that has cinnamon heart-shaped spread over it that makes you hold the paper cup in you're hands till the coffee's all cold and you decide to drink the heart whole, hoping the caffeine will fill your heart. it's that kind of sunset that makes you climb the fence to see the last bits of it, even tho you feel someone pulling your jacket saying "they might catch you darling". it's that kind of old old train where there's a deadly drunk young man talking bout stars on the sky and calling everybody 'john'.

i'm that kind of girl that talks about going to england as if i were in love.

*this post might receive a fancy edit.