I think you could fall in love with anyone if you saw the parts of them no one else gets to see. Like if you followed them around invisibly for a day and saw them crying in their bed at night or singing in the shower or humming quietly to themselves as they make a sandwich or even just walking along the street. And even if they were really weird and had no friends at school, I think, after seeing them at their most vulnerable, you wouldn’t be able to help falling in love with them.
Dad and I went to a vintage Japanese motorbike show today, had fun. Lots of sexy bikes. On the way home we drove through a village that my great and great-great-grandparents used to live in and we discovered something horrible.Some cretins have thought it’d be nice to burn their unwanted electricals on my great-great-grandparents grave. Some people have no respect! I am thoroughly and utterly disgusted. We’re going on the 62nd anniversary of my great-grandpa’s death to do up his and his parents graves.