Love on the 18:07

They must have been 16, because that’s when you start to feel love. Not just I think I love you love, the I can just look at you and I get nervous love. 

Staring into each other’s eyes not saying a word love. 

Not knowing and not caring about the next day love. 

Not love that’ll hurt you at any second. 

Not love that you’re scared  of loosing. Because this love is real and real love doesn’t end. 

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Author: girlonthegreatnortherntrain

Working in the city can mean cocktails and parties but when you mix that with a 3 hour commute you start to question what you SEE . A twenty-something PR girl's journey on the Great Northern Line with a pinch of the blue Victoria.

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