So I work for AT&T now, and about 6 months ago this chick comes in with a broken phone. She’s absolutely gorgeous. Her name is Cori. After six months of her coming in to fix phone issues, and me going to sit in her section at B-dubs just so I can talk her, I still don’t have the balls to tell her how I feel. I’m moving now and I wish I would have said something to her about how I feel. Hopefully I see her again sometime. It always makes me happy when I do.
Cotton Clouds by (Aleks Ivic)