iwonthelottery

I saw you. Standing there. Just by yourself. In your skin-tight jeans and hoodie. And that exact same fedora hat you wore when I first saw you, with your long blonde hair that was sticking out of the sides moving to the slight breeze in the air. You're standing next to the same bike you rode in the school hall one day. A pair of drumsticks were sticking out of your back pocket, they were old, battered and worn out. You weren't doing anything. Just leaning against the tree, looking at the scenery. Not that there was much to see. The lake isn't really that beautiful next to you. Nothing is. You haven't even noticed me standing there staring at