I used to have a severe model crush on this boy Cole Mohr.
Stumbled upon his photo and those days came flooding into my mind.
I suppose what attracted me so much back then was his effortlessness and open-minded vibe - where he used humor to face the world cos he never held anything too tightly to his heart.
It's still beautiful now, but I no longer craze over that.
I thank him for the doors he had opened in my little mind.
Yes I was that crazy teenager in her poorly colour-coordinated uniform, wearing makeshift post-it earrings with his name on it.
Gosh.
Has anyone ever felt the urge to go back to the past and hit yourself on the head before?
