The power of love, it was astounding, and amusing when watching from the sidelines. And this time Molly feels like she can revel just a little bit in these shoes, for she had been the one to burn from love far too many times in the past. Her lips curl into a smile at the flawed logic and irritated explanations, setting her cup of tea on the table. “ Because perhaps she kissed the jerk to make you jealous. ” A suggestion, it might be faulty, but some hope was always good to cling on. “ Does she know how you feel? Perhaps she doesn’t have the sixth sense like you do? Or perhaps she does and and wants you to notice her and finally take some action. ”
maybe she was blowing things out of proportion. but then again , with her dad and sherlock as influences , this reaction was some what expected. head tilted as she listened to what her godmother said. hmm , maybe she was right. “but WHY would that happen? i mean surely any rational person would just say that they like you.” she pouted lightly before she let a huff. “maybe you’re right. i just... why is life so hard..”