Tag Archives: happyness
Have you ever noticed how well we fit when your legs wrap around mine under the covers ?
I think what messes me up the most is that I have this perfect picture in my mind of how things are supposed to be. And fuck … I don’t know anything at all about this perfectness.
We laugh, we dance, we steal each other’s hearts. And then we fall like shooting stars and autumn leaves, making music, tasting wine, staying up later than the streetlights.