I threw a wish in the well♥ Don't ask me, I'll never tell♥ I looked to you as it fell♥ And now you're in my way♥ I'd trade my soul for a wish♥ Pennies and dimes for a kiss♥ I wasn't looking for this♥ But now you're in my way♥ Your stare was holdin'♥ Ripped jeans, skin was showin'♥ Hot night, wind was blowing♥ Where you think you're going, baby?♥ It's hard to look right♥ At you baby♥ But here's my number♥ So call me, maybe?♥ You took your time with the call♥ I took no time with the fall♥ You gave me nothing at all♥ But still, you're in my way♥ I beg, and borrow and steal♥ At first sight and it's real♥ I didn't know I would feel it♥ But it's in my way♥ Before you came into my life♥ I missed you so bad♥ I missed you so bad♥ I missed you so so bad♥ Before you came into my life♥ I missed you so bad♥ And you should know that♥ So call me, maybe?~ ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ “At a few minutes before four, Peeta turns to me again. "Your favorite colour . . . it's green?" "That's right." Then I think of something to add. "And yours is orange." "Orange?" He seems unconvinced. "Not bright orange. But soft. Like the sunset," I say. "At least, that's what you told me once." "Oh." He closes his eyes briefly, maybe trying to conjure up that sunset, then nods his head. "Thank you." But more words tumble out. "You're a painter. You're a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces." Then I dive into my tent before I do something stupid like cry.” ― Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay.♥ ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥