Never been happier.

A lie.

But.

I love it down here.

There.

Wherever.

K. is K.

A gorgeous girl.

Woman.

Her smile. Her eyes.

Even when.

They ignore.

My smile. My eyes.

But a passenger, I am, a passer-by on her road to adventure.

She won’t like me saying that.

Did I tell you she has gorgeous feet?

Not to mention her legs.

She won’t like that either.

One week left.

Here.

Should feel bad. Should feel sad.

To leave. So soon. Already.

I should.

.