LIFE IS GIVING APPLES, SO I'M MAKING ORANGE JUICE OUT OF THEM.
One of the best part of my day is that 9-oclockish anticipation, that awareness that you just log-off from work and anytime you’re gonna open that goddamned door and the first thing that I can see is your smile, o that smile of yours, wearing such an unguarded warmth. Your eyes shining like diamonds in the dark night sky. And we can lie on the bed until sleep consumes us, talk about the future and everything. Though I don’t really put them in my head because that’s tantamount to expecting, and anything that is expecting will just ruin everything. Expectations is the cause of all heartaches. Shakespeare, by the way. But I also get the thrill of it, we’re romantics, we feel alive thinking about things that didn’t happen yet. And seeing you in that beautiful future of ours makes me inexplicably happy. I love the feeling of your warmth against my body, your tongue in my mouth, the scent of your shoulder and that spot on your neck when you tie your hair in a ponytail. Your face, your voice, the sound of your laughter, that vindication that in this moment in time you love me. And I know, I wanna I see your face and hear you laugh till the rest of my life. I love you.