Quote #35 Vine edition

It’s a vine you wouldn’t understand… is something I say a lot, mostly to my parents.

Dear Vanessa,

The bus. The rambunctious elementary students, talking endlessly, then there was you. I don’t even know how we started a conversation, just three people(my sister is included in this) all socially awkward. Conversation. We learned we were neighbors. Passing of a sticky note from a cross the seat, a number. Playing with baking soda and…