Can't see, in love.

People are blinded by love. Something most obvious stands before them, and yet, they look past it and see what most people will never see. Yes, this can be a good thing. But that thing that they are passing to look inside that person can sometimes be the worst thing in a person. They either notice this trait and ignore it, thinking they'd never treat YOU like that. Or they just never notice it at all. Thing is, people are blinded by love. And I think I'm blinding someone. Therefore, I told them straight up, one of my most horrad traits.

Neighbours across a street

Boys seem to be able to come up with whatever excuse a book hasn't published. "Externally suspended and my school has my phone. I'm sorry." I wonder if boys know about home phones, internet, payphones, maybe even mail piegons. This isn't my dilema, it's my friends.
I wanted to inform my audience I'm yet to have about the neighbours across my street. I always hear a baby crying, see an evil looking man and hear arguments that involve a loud male voice and a whimpering female voice. I'm concerned but mum told me not to get involved. So I'm not. I'm just curious.

We can go to the moon and back but we have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbour.